#i wish the 3rd one showed the full outfit but it is what it is

[angelamcss]

Angela Moss + outfits

[mrsjavierp]

Where you belong?

Chapter 4 - Moth to a Flame

Javier Peña x latin!f!reader

Summary: Running away from life as you always knew to start a new position as Head Chief on a DEA Office, far away, on Colombia. There, you'll face violence, as you never thought you could. There, you'll meet Javier Peña, your stubborn agent...

Warnings (to the whole fic): +18!, angst, smut, cheating, last relationships, drug dealing - Narcos Universe (not so accurate), bad spanish, english is my second language, use of Y/N and Y/LN. No physical description of the reader, only your clothes (sometimes). The POVs are shifting between reader (first person and Narrator - 3rd person)

(If I forgot anything, tell me, pls!)

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: I'd love to know about you're thinking about it so far! Your opinion is really important! Tks <3

*

Narrator's POV:

Javier and you joined Connie and Steve, who pretended that they didn't notice how both of you were so full of shame and desire.

Connie looked at Steve and whispered to him how incredibly funny it was to see the denial...

Even with you pretending that nothing happened.

It was almost too predictable.

To Connie and Steve, nothing could be any funnier than seeing all of the sexual tension.

While Javier lit up a cigarette, he only could think about how you'd be the one to blame.

*

Y/N's POV - 1st Person

Mierda, Díos mio, I beg you, please, Díos, keep this pendejo away from me.

"So, Y/N, what did you leave in NYC?" - Connie asked.

"Just my family... And maybe my sanity, but I still can find it here." - I responded, showing my glass full and lighting up my cigar. - "I do have to admit that here, the cigars are far better than in NYC."

I've gotta say that hanging out with'em was really fun, but I couldn't forget Javier's touch on my skin.

*

When I got home, I felt something wrong, but nothing was out of its place

My body was on fire, burning for him... The way he looked at me while I drank or smoked, how he picked me up and saved me from drowning...

I swear that I tried as hard as I could: not to think about him. I took a warm bath, supposed to be relaxing, but my mind kept going back, kept playing tricks.

He was just right there... My fucking neighbor.

Finally, I gave up.

As I got out of the tub, I accepted my fate: I'd lay in bed and touch myself thinking of him.

Laying down, my hands weren't enough, something was missing... Or better, someone was missing.

No, in a romantic way.

It was dirty and vicious. An obscene and vulgar fantasy.

Yes, a really filthy fantasy, that Javier could be between my legs anyway possible: with his hands or mouth or even that stupid huge dick...

No matter how, as long as he did it... As long as he put those big hands on me, playing with how sensitive my skin felt under his touch... Those lips, who held that mustache and smile, oh, how they could just drink me up, his tongue exploring my folds... His dick, hard, fucking me through the mattress...

His sinful body all over me, my deepest and most secret desire.

"Fuck it!" - I said to myself. - "It's just a fantasy, a dumb one. It'll pass."

I opened my drawer and chose my vibrator.

My vibrator could be named after him, as Agent Peña, since it made me come so many times at the thought.

"Vamos, Agente Peña. You've got yourself a job to do." - I whispered, almost as a confession.

*

Narrator's POV:

As Peña arrived home, he heard a weird noise, coming from another apartment, but he chose to ignore it. Too much going on already, as he figured.

What a hella fucking day, he wish he could forget all about.

His hands touching you, as you were wet and half naked.

Yes, your smooth skin chilling under his touch, your nipples hard showing off on that ridiculous bikini.

Your nails freshly done, red as your... Outfit.

Your mouth drinking and smoking.

Javier made up an excuse and left about an hour after the... incident, looking for his favorite prostitute.

A wave of shame hit him, when he remembered that he couldn't be hard, as much as he tried.

When were his time to lay down, the weird noise became clear: a female voice, better, a moan, saying "oh, fuck... Oh, babyboy..."

Could be you? With someone? Oh no, please, not like this… - He thought. This is not the way to find out that you were screwing someone…

Until he heard: "Good boy, Peña..." - his cock twitched as he realized that was his name.

Su nombre. Peña.

Javier couldn't think straight, wondering who it was, but hoping for someone in particular. He couldn't even breathe right, as if it would interrupt what was happening.

His curiosity was killing him.

However, nothing, absolutely nothing prepared him for what came next: "Good boy, Peña... Such an obedient soldier... Go ahead, keep those lips on my pussy, I'm so close again..."

So close? Again? Obedient soldier? Good boy?

His mind was rushing so badly... He was horny, curious, but in doubt. How could he be sure? Could he run to that apartment next door and do something?

His cock was throbbing painfully on his pants.

He only hoped for it to be you, calling out for him, wishing him.

And he would be anything you wanted, would do anything you asked.

At that time, he was already yours, without you even wanting to.

And he'd be the best you ever had. He'd ruin you, as you did to him.

He was tense, but his brain fully focused on hearing anything new, anything you could give to him.

"Oh, Agent Peña..." - you moan. - "Yeah, fuck yeah, just like that..." - he was imagining what you're doing, as his hands finally went to his dick, above his pants. - "Go ahead and make su jefe come on your lips, soldier."

At that moment, he lost it.

At the same time, Javier hesitates: should knock on your door or stay in, enjoy you from a safe distance and act slowly?

*

Y/N's POV - 1st Person

Pretending as if I didn't come until fall asleep using my vibrator, whose nickname was Agent Peña, I decided to explore my neighborhood a little, discreetly.

I walked around aimlessly, until I discovered a little cafe, so cozy. Nothing like a Starbucks, so far away, thank God. Seemed truly local.

I came in, as I got closer to the balcony, a sweet little old lady smiled:

"¡Mija, buenos días! Me llamo Ana Hernández. ¿Qué te gustaría comer o beber?" (Honey, good morning! I'm Ana Hernandez. What you'd like to drink or eat?)

I reciprocated the smile, I was right.

"¡Buenos días, Señora Hernández! ¿Té helado tal vez? (Good morning, Misses Hernandez. Maybe an ice tea?)

"¿Mija, limonada de coco, que tal?" (Honey, I've got a coconut lemonade, how about it?)

"Sí, entonces. Para llevar, por favor." (Yes. To go, please.)

She served me, I tasted, it was so delicious, so refreshing, just about the right amount of sweet. Actually perfect for such a hot day.

"Gracias, Señora Hernández. Buenos días." (Thank you, Mrs. Hernandez. Have a good day.)

She smiled again and told me to come back when I could.

Distracted, I only thought about really coming back to eat or taste something new. What else could I do around here?

Out of nowhere, someone bumps hard on me, at its door, spilling my lemonade on me.

"¡Mierda!" (Shit!) - I cursed, looking at my summer dress wet and sticky, when I noticed Javier was the bumper.

"Lo siento, señorita... Y/N?" (I'm sorry, miss... Y/N?)- Javier seemed shocked. - "¿Qué haces aquí?" (What are you doing here?)

"Fuck! I came to drink an ice tea, but Señora Hernández offered lemonade, instead. The lemonade you spilled all over me and on the floor." - I responded, drought.

Damn you, Peña.

"I'm sorry, cariño." - he said. - "Please, take a seat, I'll bring another one."

Cariño?

I found his sudden behavior strange. Normally, he would act like an asshole, but there he was: being a nice guy.

I sat down and waited for him to come back to our table.

After ordering, he came.

"My question was serious, Y/N. How did you find out about this place?"

"I was just walking around, Javier... What? Is this place your territory now?"

He acted like my response was a joke and laughed.

"Well, I'd like to think it was. Not even Steve knows about it. Señora Hernández is my savior. Her food and coffee always made me feel good, even with a hangover."

His nice behavior made me even more suspicious.

"Mijos, there you go. I also brought Mantecada for Javi and since you liked your limonada, I brought Marquesa, with blueberry."

She served our food and drinks and left us.

"Javier, you didn't have to..."

"It's my apology, Y/N. I didn't mean to ruin your dress or spill your drink... And we're not at work, you can call me Javi."

"Fine."

I've felt under surveillance by Javier, while taking a bite of my Marquesa.

I let slip a moan, and told Señora Hernandez that I'd want to marry that thing.

They found it quite funny.

"Díos Mio, cariño, I didn't know you had such a sweet tooth... If I knew it, I'd have brought this Marquesa to you at the office."

"To be 100% honest, I'm not the biggest sweet tooth I know, but his one here? Oh fuck... And you take it to me? At the office? I can't hold my arsenic, I know you hate me as your boss."

Javier shrugs his shoulders, not seeming to care.

"Y/N, all that I know is that your position requires a bunch of sacrifices. I'm not here to judge... But yes, sometimes, you make me want to test your arsenic resistance." - he laughed.

We shared that meal in silence for a bit.

"I didn't expect you to think like this." - I admitted. - "Hey, did you notice that Señora Hernandez keeps staring?"

Javier lowered his voice:

"It's the first time she sees me talking to someone. To be honest, I've never talked to anyone here. Her snoopy way reminds me of mi mama."

"Su mama? Really? How come?"

"Yeah... Small and nosy, saving me with a hot meal and spoiling me with any dessert... I also met this place by accident, when I arrived here. Mi mama is deceased already, mi papa stayed in Texas, at our ranch."

I chuckled a little.

"Is that a latin curse? Mi abuela and mi mama are just like this as well. I missed a lot sometimes. Other times, I appreciate being far away... Sorry, I didn't mean to over share or to be insensitive."

He smiled and I didn't follow.

"It's tricky, isn't it? Especially when we leave so much pain behind. I missed a bunch of stuff as well, but, to me, Colombia came with peace."

"Peace?"

"Not even the violence and chaos could be in the way of this feeling."

"Javier, we all have baggage... But I don't think that runaway is going to make'em disappear." - I could feel the weight of my words as I spoke... I was on the run as well.

"You definitely wouldn't say that if you knew about my situation, cariño..."

"Oh, we're making assumptions now? So, You'd find me shallow actually. We're not here to judge anyone's personal life. When I accepted the DEA's invite, of course I looked up the team... But I focused on the professional side, the personal. I couldn't care less."

Javier seemed surprised.

"You, shallow? Why? Because you didn't quit your career to marry and raise kids?" - he asked, trying to make a joke.

"Pretty much, actually. At the time, I was planning on it, when I got the DEA proposition. However, things didn't turn out well to go this way. Now, I don't want to marry nor have kids, so I gave up. Colombia was also my getaway car to sanity, Javi. You're not the only one with a past."

"Despite I'm not the only one, you grabbed the first chance to rub on my face where I got my inside info." - he continued, a bit hurt.

"Javier, I couldn't care less if you pick up prostitutes or gotta a favorite brothel. It's a you problem. But yes, I do think it could be a liability." - it was half true.

"Good to know. Gracias, cariño."

I looked confused at him, drinking my lemonade.

"For being so careful and not judgy towards me."

A glance with a cozy air floats around us, like a bubble, isolating us. It was a warmful, no judgemental, kind and considerate air.

Shifting my eyes to the street, I said:

"You can show me how thankful you are by revealing what else we got around here, neighbor. Shall we?"

He smiled.

Fuck, what a beautiful stupid smile.

He insisted on paying and left a big nice tip to Señora Hernandez.

We got up and left, walking around for a bit. He showed me stores and restaurants. Apparently, we've got a quite nice vicinity around.

Finally, we went to the apartment complex and each got to their own apartment, as we said goodbye.

As I got in, I felt so dumb... So stupid for letting him in.

Javier felt human. A latin fellow with struggles, a life in the US, a family... Not an arrogant bastard who slept around with anyone. He lost his mama, only got his papa. Probably single, missing Texas.

My ex also felt like a... Real person, not a cheating bastard who not only slept around but also fucked half of Manhattan's prostitutes, making me look like "such a good agent, but a blind and lousy fiance."

I came with a job to do. I needed to get it done and only this matters. - I thought

Next

[ru-bwee]

PROJECT SEKAI 4TH ANNIVERSARY NEWS UN-LIVE REACTION / WARNING THIS IS EXTREMELY LONG

there doing it on stage at the thanks festival?? my cod i dont really care about the winning costumes so supernova . hi miku yuri

SO BURN MY BURN MY HEART!! (news intermission started)

large crowd of people screaming wondahoi, life is beautiful

BRAND NEW YOUR WORLD!! I LOVE YOU PROJECT SEKAI!!

NEW CAMPAIGN INGAME STAMP THINYG??? I SEE A LEONEED WISH JEWEL??? UNIT ONLY WISH JEWELS?? RAINBOW SKILL BOOK??? ALSO THIS IS OUTFIT IS SO SO PRETTY

develop reading skills for free gacha tickets?? yes ma'am!!!

NO WAY. THERE ADDING ALL THE MISSING ONES IN ONE GO. ALSO NEW KIZUNA TITLE!! MIZUKI AND MAFUYU FAN!!!!

there gonna announce mizukis been exploded and is gonna be removed from the game or something 140 GACHA TICKETS FOR FULL COMBOING? ONE HUNDRED AND FOURTY??

AUTOLIVE FOR CHALLENGE LIVES I LOVE EVERYTHING. ALSO RAISING THE CHALLENGE STAGE YOU CAN REACH BEFORE EX IS EVIL.. I WANNA SEE MIZUKI EX RANK :(

project sekai online crystal store no way LOL

character rank raise..!

LIVE BONUS ENERGY CAP TO 999 I LOVE YOU PROJECT SEKAI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

more exp.. lets go mizumafu rank 66

bloomfes members get 70% event bonus. lets all kill ourself NOBODY WANTS THESE CHANGES??

LIM GACHA STAMPS FOR 50 GEMS. IM SO BACK. (person who has like 40 of them)

oh god there merging the birthday gacha reprints in 2025...

WHAT IS THISSS?

PROJECT SEKAI HOUSING OH MY GOD LOL

PROJECT SEKAI ANIMAL CROSSING

THEY JUST CASUALLY ANOUNCE PROJECT SEKAI ANIMAL CROSSIN BASICALLY?? WHAT THE HELL??

you ask "how can they top the 3rd anniversary it was so good!!" Game. Whole game inside a game.

YOU CAN DISPLAY UR CARDS IN THE HOME!! IM JUST GONNA HAVE A MIZUKI FILLED HOUSE

MIZUSAKI KIZUNA!! LETS GO PINKS!

we can now gamble for items in pjsk with the new tickets ive always wanted to gamble more

FIVE FOUR STAR TICKETS FOR BEGINNERS??

you cant make this stuff up theres a chance if enough people vote for it you can get 30 L cans for free

MORE MORE JUMP HAVE LITTLE PUPPIES ON THERE COSTUMES HEAD. OH MY GOD. SO CUTE!!

ARE NIGHTCORDS OUTFITS ALICE IN WONDERLAND THEMED??

RUI BLOOMFES!! NENE FOCUS??????

MY MIZUMAFU CRUMBS I WIN

THE REAL LIFE SHOWS ON YT FOR A LIMITED TIME..

MESMERIZERRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MEIKO 15TH ANNIVERSARY SONG!!! WXS REINCARNATION APPLE!! GOD THEY NEED A 2DMV FOR THIS IMMEDIATLY.. THE REINCARTIONS AS PAST SHOWS.. BLACKJACK!!! MOVIE TRAILER? OH MY GOX ITS THE SONG ITS THE SONG

I HAVE NO IDEA WHO THAT IS!! BUT IT RINGS A BELL!! ALSO OH MYGOG THE TEASERS MIZU5 MIZU5 MIZU5

THE FIRST TEASER SONG SOUNDS SO GOOD BUT THE NUMBER COLOR SEEMS LIKE EMU...

(JUST TRANSLATED IT) OH MY GO D ITS CAMILLIA??????/ THEY COMMISSIONED CAMILLIA

mizu5 oh ym go gofkgnifjMZIUK5I 55 MIZU 5 MIZU 5 MIZU 5

Its akito again NO FUCKING WAYY

OH MY COD AN WE STILL HAVE THE MOVIE TRAILER

oh my fish is she the miku of painful feelings..

AND THERE GETTING CUSTM OUTFITS?? HELLO??

SHES SO PRETTY AHAHh

MIZUMAFU ARE NEXT TO EACHOTHER

(with head in hands) i am so normal

[strykingback]

If Team BLCK Ever did Participate in the Tournament of Power and it Had An Announcer....

So I had some brainworms since I thought about Record of Ragnarok and Dragonball thanks to @divinityunleashed and @ancicntforged talkin' and such.

Sooo... heres something I kind of cooked up.

________________ A hooded man wearing some sort of mask with goggles included sat on top of a podium smiling a bit as he stood up. Grabbing what seemed to be some sort of microphone. "Well folks from across all universes!!! I hope you are getting hyped up because we are now entering Round Five of the Tournament of Power!!!! This time we have the most interesting match up for you! Starting with this man!!!!" The announcer said pointing towards one side of the arena with a large cloaked black figure walking out into the arena.

"It was said that Universe eleven a universe that shares itself with Universe two, suffered from a great wave of darkness therefore something was forged in order to combat the problems across their galaxies. That being the Pride Troopers!!! Many of them came in all shapes and sizes, different levels of strength alike and further more with one of them becoming a God of Destruction!!" They said with the Pride Troopers looking on with pride in their eyes especially Dyspo and Jiren.

"Yet, this man was someone who lives by the ideals of Justice! Willing to go as far as to help others when they cry out for help! Going as far as to place his own body and willpower against all odds! All of this alone was enough to make him into a candidate for the God of Destruction of Universe eleven!!!! Even so much so using that power against the Destructive Emperor Frieza of Universe Seven!!! The Leader of the Pride Troopers! The Man Who Brings Justice!!! The Bold Justice of the Pride Troopers!!! " The announcer continued as the cloaked figure took of their cloak revealing themselves in their red and black outfit and striking a pose.

PRIDE TROOPER CAPTAIN, TOPPO

"TOOOOOOOOPPOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The announcer shouted revealing Toppo in his full glory while all of Universe Eleven with everyone cheering happily and children grabbing their toppo figures and showing it off in support for him. With the Pride Troopers saluting him as a means of wishing him luck.

"Now! on this side is this man!!!!!"

Another cloaked man would walk through the tunnel grinning while having a cigar in his mouth. "In the world of Remnant there are many warriors there who are forged by legends and myths. Such as the Great Susanoo, The Knights of Solitas, and The Silver Eyed Warriors! However amongst all there is one place where everyone is forged in and that is in the desert kingdom of-"

"VACUO!!!!!!"

A crowd of Vacuans shouted as the man in the tunnel heard their cheers. "Amongst all of them there is one who was forged by the fires there. Originally he was the weakest in Vacuo but then he was forged in the fires of Vacuo by training with the Atelier Paladins, Then trained with the prestigious hunter academies of Signal and Beacon Academy!!! However, when darkness would encroach the land of Remnant he and four others would march straight into it! Despite being given the order to not challenge the number one ranked Scion of Salem, he went ahead and fought him anyways and lived to tell the tale!!!!!"

The cloaked man would walk out of the tunnel and into the arena with a Spartans helmet over his head his eyes focused on his opponent as he shot a glare at Toppo.

"Therefore when he was told again to stand out of the way of the Schnee Dust Company which began to mine all of Vacuos precious dust resources. He would be the first to defy Atlas and unify all Hunters, Tribesmen, and Bandits underneath one banner to stand with him! This the leader of the Desertwalkers! The Man Who Defies Orders!!!!"

HIDEYOSHI PHALANX: 3RD STRONGEST S-RANK HUNTER IN REMNANT

"HIDEYOSHI PHALAAAAAAAAANX!!!!!!!!"

The announcer shouted with everyone on Remnants side all cheering for Hideyoshi with even the Desertwalkers all posed up with a look of determination their arms crossed glaring at the Pride Troopers.

"The Tournament of Power Round Five! The Bold Justice of the Pride Troopers, Toppo! Versus The Strongest Hunter Of Vacuo, Hideyoshi Phalanx! Ready FIGHT!!!!"

[bringerofdeathandtheapocolypse]

Spoilers for 100 years quest so uh. You've been warned.

Ok so I was looking for those old character refs that Mashima used to put in chapters that had name, age, magic, likes and dislikes and I couldn't find Rogue's for some reason so I ended up on TVTropes and started looking through the characters and ended up on Laxus.

So now I'm hysterical because what the actual fuck.

I was aware that he removed his lacrima as I'd seen the picture floating around but first of all, the guy full on ripped it out himself.

Obviously it meant he wouldn't die since his opponent was trying to kill him if he didn't do that but that had to hurt like a bitch.

But also he ate Alexion's soul to get his slaying abilities back.

So he isn't second gen any more because he doesn't have a lacrima anymore and he isn't 1st or 3rd since he wasn't trained by Alexion. He isn't fourth since they weren't human, they were machines given dragon slayer properties(Dragon cry) and he isn't 5th because he didn't physically eat the flesh of a dragon, just the soul.

So does that make Laxus a new 6th generation of dragon slayer. And is Alexion's soul actually dead or will this be like Wendy with Irene and Laxus is just gonna have this dragon talking to him randomly.

Also also, is Laxus now the lightning dragon king like how Natsu was given the mantel by Igneel or does Kiren hold that title as he was the one to kill Alexion.

Its implied that dragon titles are passed on to the ones that kill them as Acnologia killed to get his title and then said that Natsu would be the next king or he'd make a good king or something that I don't remember exactly. So does it apply to dragon eaters as well since they are dragon slayers.

I am still hopeful that Cobra, Sting and Rogue will show up (Probably unlikely as they have no reason to be in another country at this point in time since he isn't in Fairy tail and that's the reason Gajeel and Laxus were able to pop in and get so much attention (I mean backstory for Laxus' lacrima and him becoming a new generation and Gajeel fighting God Serena (even if it isn't him) is pretty good all things considered) but I really want them to appear because they also have lacrima so it would be cool to get maybe one more case of a dragon eater causing a lacrima to exist or even just get more info on the dragons that their lacrimas came from (because it is also now canon that the souls do cry out for their hearts so there is at least 3 other dragon souls out their trying to find their hearts if they haven't faded by then) and I just really want more screen time for them. Firstly I love Rogue's new outfit and want to see more, second I want to make fun of Sting's because his fashion sense is awful, third I am desperate for more canon Cobra content because he is used so little and it disheartens me (Cobra has had the oracion seiz and Kotsh arcs to be a villian, the dragon king festival to be a reluctant ally(non-perma death included), the tartarous arc to change his tune(even if Jellal giving them no choice but to listen to him or they go back to prison makes me feel uncomfortable. Just let them be free at last dammit), the Alveraz arc (which we don't get to see him fight August just that sorcier lost) and half of the Rhodonite spin off manga (Which some if not a majority of people haven't even read the three spin offs and if you haven't then you should because they are amazing and hilarious and I wish they made one for Cobra because the potential that was their because all three of the books had two stories so one could focus on his time in the seiz or a short section about his reflection in prison or something and the other his time in crime Sorciere as they all have at least 1 story set during Fairy tail's disbandment) so if we got more Cobra screentime I would cry and sing to the skies.

Besides, if we don't get anything about their lacrimas then no one is stopping me from doing it myself. (I'm still debating if I want to do a sequel when I'm finished 'the bringer of death and the apocolypse' that follows 100 year quest although I have thought about it and have a few ideas because I have in fact planned how this story ends roughly, just a couple things that may change between then and now) After all, every dragon slayer is prominent in this au........ eventually

Well I went on a real long tangent here. Oops. I wasn't joking when I said I have no one to talk to about this because the like 3 friends I have either aren't interested in the series or don't want to put in so much time to watch over 300 episodes.

[scatteredfangirling]

Four Continents 2023: Men’s FS

okay i made it !!

work’s been a complete bitch this week but glad I finally got to tune in for this :^)

came in the middle of group 2 -

Sihyeong Lee (KOR)

so many rippon arms...like damn

such a good fight!! i really do like this program on him

korean skating is onward and upward man...i’m so excited for this whole team

Liam Kapeikis (USA)

ah yes moulin rouge the warhorse...it has so much of a reputation that there’s so much pressure to deliver a good program for it...

had some bobbles and bad jumps...and then started getting it back together

also kinda suffers from windmill arms...

so many falls T-T my guy, your time will come

Mikhail Shaidorov (KAZ)

literally have never watched mikhail ever, so interested to see how this goes

good technical foundation as far as i can see, nice flow on his jumps

def was struggling stamina wise at the step sequence towards the end...colorado really is unforgiving with the altitude difference

Stephen Gogolev (CAN)

i feel like i saw his spartacus program at the very beginning of the season, so curious to see how it’s evolved

not the 2S... and the other 2S... :’)

ignoring the double sals...a solid showing!! it just sucks that he literally gets no points for those :|

Koshiro Shimada (JPN)

not my fave program of his (imo nobody does chaplin like javi), but oh well

he’s really zipping around the ice today - his lines are always sooo nice

the 2a jump sequence... man that was a lofty one and he still had enough momentum to do an euler and a triple sal after???

def still waiting on him to grow his performance/presence more in the next few seasons...this wasn’t technically his best or worst performance, but adding just a bit more Energy to it makes such a difference

Jaeseok Kyeong (KOR)

first time watching him - his outfit is giving me cute stylish bookworm vibes

wish he’d extend his lines all the way through his hands - they’re really pretty and then it stops at his wrist

good recovery after the fall on the opening 3A. he’s also pretty speedy

the music shift is fun !!

i’m obsessed, this whole program was so fun, and you felt the energy in the first 20s even though he completely bombed the first jump

Maxim Naumov (USA)

i’ve also never watched maxim ever so this will be new for me

the music is called “iron, shadows, loyal” is this a fantasy soundtrack cut or have i been living under a rock

rough start with several hard falls :(

what is with the men and 2_1Eu3_ sequences tonight

i like this music cut though...(feels like he’s trying to follow in jimmy’s stylistic footsteps) but tonight’s performance was stressful

what can i say, i love men who can perform and have terrible jump consistency

Conrad Orzel (CAN)

it’s been eons since i last watched conrad...

ohhh “paint it black” ??? just wish he had a more interesting all black outfit

solid perf technically, hoping he is able to give it more oomph by the time worlds rolls around (assuming he is sent to worlds)

Shun Sato (JPN)

(oh my god i swear i typed shun’s thing and then it didn’t save smh)

his jumps are so soft and precise !! so smooth

can’t wait for him to grow a bit more in the next few seasons and become a total Show Stopper

Junhwan Cha (KOR)

junhwan pls medal PLS

that opening jump on the james bond theme...man oh man

noooo he tapped the boards when he fell

the fuckin popped 2A...chaotic

this is such a great james bond music cut, but alas this was not his best showing

Boyang Jin (CHN)

i honestly feel like i haven’t seen boyang since olys...which were a full year ago...

it’s so weird to me that nathan and shoma aren’t at this comp with him...there was an era where the three of them were everywhere

this is soft and unsnoozy music, aka perfect

not his best skate, but so good to see him out here !! can’t wait to see this program when he’s in better shape and not competing a mile high

Jimmy Ma (USA)

jimmy getting 3rd in the SP was not something i was expecting...but let’s gooo

clair de lune is a very Normal choice...and then it cuts to the EDM music we expect from him (always can rely on jimmy to bring us to the club)

there were some chaos pops (1A...lol) but he seems happy with it overall !!

3rd in the sp to 11th in the fs to 7th overall...yup the chaos of the men’s event

Keegan Messing (CAN)

the world’s favorite, father of two - i’m emo over him giving jimmy a hug as they pass each other on the ice

i’ve seen this program so much this year, and it’s a packaging that would be cheesy for anyone else, but it works SO well for him

two clean 4Ts and 3As?? he’s on FIRE

that’s it, 4CC is over, give him the gold (i’m sorry kao, it literally doesn’t matter how well you do. keegan deserves first in my heart)

Kao Miura (JPN)

kao literally wasn’t on my radar until i saw him this season during the grand prix series...and MAN oh MAN when he’s on, he’s ON

when he ups his performance energy, it will be the end of me

his jumps rotate so evenly (idt that makes sense, but it makes sense to me)

really milking the chorus of this song...hell yeah !!

wow. what an event !!

[innocent-diamond-2090110]

JxW's "Last Night" Promotions (FINALLY!)

The wait for the CHOREO of "Last Night" is over! (I'm pretty sure the behind/practice videos will be released later.) What I saw wasn't what I expected at all. Since it's been confirmed that the guys will only have 1 music show stage (open mic doesn't count) due to schedule conflicts, I'm only going to comment on this Mnet performance once (& that's it). I actually found this stage difficult to watch because I personally do not like Jeonghan with long blond hair (it's complicated). Otherwise, everything blended well onstage since Wonwoo wore almost all black to contrast.

List of memorable timestamps (based on the official stage video):

01:23 = I knew there would be at least one part where these two lean back to back! (reminds me of N & Ravi's move from the bridge of VIXX's "Shangri-La") I wish JxW had this for their bridge instead.

01:33 = I found it funny that Wonwoo is kneeling during his lines while the other backup dancers are carrying/lifting Jeonghan (he's literally not moving at all).

01:52 = I didn't expect this move so early on in the song (it's only 1st chorus) & seriously thought that Wonwoo was supposed to strangle Jeonghan. (reminded me of Ken & N's parts from the 2nd verse of VIXX's "Scientist") Since they're both facing the back wall & not the audience, this part looked weird from the fancam POVs.

02:01 & 03:00 = This (bouncy) shoulder move reminds me of the 1st & 2nd verses of BIGBANG's "BANG BANG BANG".

02:09 & 03:08 = The 1st chorus has them breaking free from the backup dancers, whereas 2nd chorus has them knocking on a pretend door (which actually matches the instrumental).

02:20, 03:19, & 3:57 = The post-chorus reminded me of Jennie's signature hand-to-shoulder move from "SOLO".

02:36 = I'm not sure why the audience was screaming. Because the backup dancers were doing leg kicks? (kind of reminded me of INFINITE's famous scorpion dance from "BTD (Before the Dawn)")

02:49 = Jeonghan's flying scarf (enough said)

03:33 = The audience was screaming again... But the guys are just freefalling into the backup dancers? (I'm genuinely confused)

03:47 = Of course they save a different (also more aggressive) choreo for the 3rd & final post-chorus!

04:06 = That voice combination!!!

(How I ended up referencing FIVE different songs from the 2010s is beyond me... I didn't even reference SVT's own songs. @_@)

As for the open mic show, I have no idea when this was recorded because Jeonghan's hair is still black (which I'd never complain about unless something else was going on). I like their outfits here way more because they remind me of "MAESTRO" promotions! (specifically Inkigayo 20240512 & MTV... yeah, I'm stuck in time)

I swear this will be my final post about "Last Night" because the promotion schedule is just unfortunately too short ._.

Full CD is here on YouTube Music!

[tehuti88-art]

4/27/24: r/SketchDaily theme, "Animal Alliteration." Not knowing the exact animal alliteration theme ahead of time, and knowing from repeat experience that if I submit art later in the day it won't be seen, I've decided to go off theme today, BUT if this turns out to be an entire alphabet thing, I'll simply submit each theme the following day. (EDIT, I see it's a one-off. So all right...I guess my artwork today...is a distinguished Doberman! 😋 )

Today's work is one I've been wanting to do for a while. I'm disappointed in that he bears the same looking-down-my-nose glower as my earlier "Herr Himmel" art, but otherwise it's mostly okay. Perhaps a future attempt will turn out even better.

Rough practice sketch.

Character and design notes will be in my art Tumblr, tehuti88-art.

TUMBLR EDIT: This is Freiherr Louis (von) Dobermann, of course. He already has a detailed writeup HERE, with more info HERE, HERE, and HERE. His Toyhou.se page (full profile not up yet) is HERE.

Dobermann here wears an old-fashioned Prussian-inspired outfit (I didn't include the rough sketch's epaulets, too fancy), with the kepi (AKA "that f**king hat") he was given by the city authorities, along with the honorary title Inspector, following his monetary contributions during the flu pandemic. He also earned the nickname "Der Wächter Der Stadt," or Watchman of the City, thus the label on his kepi. He hates this hat, but grudgingly wears it for official meetings.

I took massive and mostly intentional artistic liberties with his medal. It's an Iron Cross First Class from WWI. From what I read, these had no ribbon, and were not worn around the neck. The Iron Cross Second Class did have a ribbon--copied here--yet also was not worn around the neck. The similar Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross could be thus worn, but it was established in WWII, meaning Dobey did not earn one. (Lt. Hesse has this medal.) Now, I'm puzzled, while looking for images I came across one from WWI (meaning, not the Knight's Cross), showing some official German guy, appearing to be wearing an Iron Cross at his throat. I finally located it again: Field Marshal Paul von Hindenburg awards the Iron Cross to soldiers of the 3rd Foot Guards, of which he was part of in his early career. Date and place unkown. Fotoarchiv für Zeitgeschichte (1915). Now, that could be some completely different medal, I don't know, the Iron Crosses are like all I know. (Don't get me started on wound badges or whatever.) But it looks like an Iron Cross, around his neck. I didn't know they weren't worn like this when I drew the sketch, but did look it up before the final drawing. Although Wikipedia and Quora say otherwise, I decided to give my First Class a Second Class ribbon, and put it around Dobey's neck. He loathes wearing his medal almost as much as he hates the hat, so again, he must be attending some dreadful social function.

I wish I had the skill for a full-body portrait, to emphasize Dobey's build: Tall (maybe around 6'4" or 6'5"), lanky, broad shouldered yet narrow waisted, a V shape. Contrasted with Hesse, who much resembles him, yet is a bit shorter (I think 6'3") and more muscular.

Please see the links above for Dobey's character history, which I needn't rehash here.

[Freiherr von Dobermann [‎Saturday, ‎April ‎27, ‎2024, ‏‎12:00:20 AM]]

[withinstarrynightskies]

Zentisu Agatsuma

GENERAL INFORMATION. Name: Zenitsu Agatsuma Pronouns: She/he/they Age: 16 Height: 5'5" / 164.5 cm Birthday: September 3rd Appearance:

Zenitsu is a young man of average height with fair skin and downward-sloped, worried-looking eyes that fade from soft brown to gold and golden, forked eyebrows that sharply fade into a warm orange color. He has short, yellow hair of varying lengths, cutting off squarely at the ends where it fades to a darker orange color, that falls in front of his face in uneven bangs, loosely resembling a bowl cut. His skin is dark-littered with scars that resemble lightning. His outfit is that of a more dark-yellow version of the standard Demon Slayer uniform.

PERSONALITY. The one thing that could describe Zenitsu Agatsuma is 'cowardly. He's often found clinging to women, begging them to marry him; a product of his fear of death, always thinking he'll die soon to his profession as a Demon Slayer. They aren't afraid of lashing out at people, screaming at them for too many different things all at once. Despite her immense strength, she's always found running away at the first sight of danger, cowering away just so she can hope to be safe. This is due to their intense fear of demons as well as low-self esteem, truly believing they aren't strong enough to protect anybody that care for nor slay any demons. However, she still wishes to be strong, and they manifest when Zentisu falls asleep- the hours he spent training until his hands bleed truly shown during those moments; the slayer at full strength. Yet, they hold no memory of this; always freaking out whenever they see a decapitated demon by them, somehow always finding a way to say another person did it, a show of how lowly Zenitsu thinks of himself. He also cannot tell the difference between aesthetic and romantic attraction, as he is AroAce.

ABILITIES Zenitsu trained under the Breath of Thunder, only able to master one form of it. First Form: Thunderclap and Flash. The user unsheathes their katana, dashes forward at blinding speeds and decapitates their opponent faster than they can react, before sheathing it back. Sixfold. An extension of the Thunderclap and Flash technique created by Zenitsu. The user performs Thunderclap and Flash six times in quick succession while slightly augmenting the power and speed of his dashes. Eightfold. An extension of the Thunderclap and Flash technique created by Zenitsu. The user performs Thunderclap and Flash eight times in quick succession while slightly augmenting the power and speed of his dashes. Godspeed. An extension of the Thunderclap and Flash technique created by Zenitsu. The user performs Thunderclap and Flash while greatly augmenting the speed of the technique. Zenitsu has scarily great hearing, able to pick up the smallest noises- which allows her to fight in her sleep. His hearing also allows him to pick out what a person 'sounds like, if they're kind or mean, happy or angry, human or demon.

STATISTICS. Strength: ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ Stamina: ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ Speed: ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ Durability: ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ Intelligence: ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆

NOTES. Due to being struck by lightning two years ago, when they were fourteen. Because of this, the slayer has violent tremors and awful vision. She also stutters a lot, because of the accident. He's pangender! I am only willing to do queerplatonic relationships with him.

Information may change

[returntosaturn271995]

March 3rd: Five Day Return

My wellness app celebrated me today. A sentence both sad and a brag at the same time. There should be a word for when you do one chore and congratulate yourself for 6 months. But my cynicism has gotten me nowhere, and my suspicion, even when correct, has never actually protected me.

Anyways, the app wanted me (and my metadata) to know that I had successfully completed all my daily goals and tasks for five days in a row.

They Are:

   Drink Water + Take meds first thing

   Long walk in the sunshine to the beach

   Yoga

   Linkedin apps/email management

   Cleaning something in the house + Making the bed

   Moisturizing + Brushing Teeth + Lipmask + Sunscreen + Collagen

  No drinking on weekdays

  Reading + annotating

  Writing 

  Journaling (hello, there)

  Send love to someone you care about

  Stay politically up to date 

  Writing a to-do and top 3 

  Deep work hitting those priorities ( about 30 min)

  Drinking tea before bed

  Meditating + Making a gratitude list

  Planning/wearing a chic outfit

For five days I have committed to being that wellness girl. I wanted it to be real. Authentic even if the persona is crafted. To have healthy identity goals, to be the kind of person who if nothing else: actually did all of the things for her mind, body, and home that have been proven to work. This week, it was me doing yoga on a hill, vacuuming, stretching, and writing. 

In therapy yesterday I teared up, it was near the end so there wasn’t time to sew it all up perfectly (not that that ever actually happens in therapy or in life). But I felt something cynical shift from where I’ve been protecting myself from embarrassment and potential failure. It exposed something raw and desperate, something so full of fear and hope at the same time. 

“I really want to believe that I am capable of change.”

I still woke up late today, with dreams of yesterday, lurid and nostalgic. But I made a bagel with cream cheese and updated the whiteboard to “Here’s to the freakin weekend!!” and added some stars. I went on a long walk after making my bed and blow drying my hair and slapping on my Chanel necklace. I did my yoga and applied to jobs and called mom and planned New York and texted friends and dates. I shaved and put on perfume and I smiled at strangers and listened to moody indie music. I snapped photos of shoes hanging from a telephone wire and the lifeguard stand at the beach. I read another chapter in my book (Imposter Syndrome by Kathy Wang) and organized my bedside table. 

All small, unremarkable steps. Inches, really. But hey, it’s forward. 

Anyways the app says on day five (I’ve made it to day five many times, and then had to restart because I am oh-so-human), you’re supposed to reflect on why you started in the first place. Why you downloaded the app and want to buy new running shoes in the first. What’s the purpose of all this self-improvement?

Why am I trying even when it’s all so unremarkable? 

Because it’s proof, actionable steps, that show I’m changing. Rewiring. 

I want to believe it so badly that I’m willing to forgo cynicism, my shield for as long as I can remember. Make myself vulnerable to failure. See how it feels to try with no promise of success. 

To stop lying and people pleasing. To just get up and love myself. 

I was happy today. Proud of myself. And I’m looking forward to the 6th. 

I’m looking forward to tomorrow when I used to wish I wouldn’t wake up in the morning. 

I refuse to be cynical about that. 

[hqcult]

EYELINER ## suna rintarou

trying to apply his eyeliner would've been easy if only rintarou can keep his hands to himself.

. tw smut, dom suna, established relationship, fingering, oral f receiving, edging, dirty talk, slight exhibitionism, mind break, unprotected sex, pwp . wc 4k

"ugh, he's gonna do it again." you mutter, eyeing suna's hand as it skims around your vanity desk for his favorite brand of eyeliner. for some reason everybody naturally finds themself drawn to suna rintarou, even if he was always so stoic and detached. 

you hate how girls would flock around him in parties as they stare at his kohl-lined eyes or at the painted black nail polish whenever you disappear to get a drink, knowing full well what kind of thoughts are running in their heads because you, for sure, thought of him the same way. alright. we get it. your boyfriend can be a hot mofo if he wants to be and his idgaf attitude just adds to the whole appeal.

we get it.

because you love him more than the stars in the galaxy combined, sometimes you can't help but feel jealous when people get too close to him. you really didn't want to be that type of girlfriend but sometimes you just like the assurance that he's all yours and nothing's wrong about that, right? plus, suna seems to exceptionally love when he gets you jealous and feral. he may always pretend otherwise but he loves staking his claim on you just as much as you liked being claimed by him. 

"are you done yet?" you say, staring at him from your bedroom door frame. 

atsumu was throwing a party tonight and you were all dressed up and ready to go, just patiently waiting for your boyfriend. 

suna replies a beat later, not bothering to meet your eyes. "just a minute."

you just want his attention all on you. you don't even want to go to this stupid party and see all these people shamelessly flirting with him even if you were right there by his side. you just want to have some alone time with suna rintarou. 

and you may or may not have just come up with an idea to make that happen.

"where's the eyeliner? the one i always use?"

"it's not there? i know i left it there. wait, let me look." 

you straighten up, walking towards him in your red leather mini skirt that can make any man's eyes sliver down to your ass. 

suna is sitting on your swivel chair, leaning back in a man spread as he clicks his tongue impatiently. he looks good even in a plain shirt and a pair of ripped jeans, his athletic and tall build enough to make any outfit look good.

"are you sure it's not in the drawers?"

"yes, i already checked."

you pout, making a show of muttering "i swore i threw it in here," under your breath as you maneuver around his spread legs to stand in between them, bending forward as you rummage around where he's already looked twice. 

you know he's staring at your ass. suna was never lowkey with how much he loves you in this leather mini-skirt. it's a miracle he hasn't landed a rough spank yet after getting a face full view of your ass. 

"wait a minute, maybe it rolled under my vanity."

so you get down on your knees, making sure your butt grazes the front of his jeans and just like you predicted, suna was half-hard already. 

it was truly such a stroke to your ego but you focus on the task at hand. 

you arched your ass up as you bend down to look for the little tube of eyeliner, slightly shaking it side to side as you "struggle" to get the eyeliner out from underneath the table. 

when your hands feel the cylindrical plastic, you retreat, sitting up straight again and proudly showing your boyfriend the eyeliner in your hands. 

you made sure your eyes were as huge and innocent as they look, kneeling in between his legs, shins tucked in and hands in your lap like a good girl. 

"i found it!"

you could've sworn you've seen his left eye twitch as he stared you down. you've been with him long enough to notice that look in his eyes. what are you playing at, huh?

you wait for him to speak but you can see all the gears turning in his head as he continues to stare at you. 

you wait anxiously for what he's going to do next. maybe he'll make you suck him off, or he'll throw you on the bed, or spank your ass because you were clearly teasing him—

"why don't you put my eyeliner on for me?"

you stand up, opening the tube in as he shuts his eyes. you try not to let your disappointment show too much. fine. maybe you can just have a quickie later while drunk in one of the rooms in the frat house. 

"why are you standing? come sit on my lap while you're doing it."

you were too busy removing the excess product off the brush to notice his eyes had taken a dark turn, contradicting the gentleness of his warm hands as it snakes around the back of your bare thighs pulling you closer. 

"no, i'll mess this—"

"i said sit."

delicious shivers create goosebumps on your skin. 

you know that tone. he only uses it when he's horny and he wants to bend you over. so maybe your game plan did work after all, yet you're staring at him dumbfounded with the eyeliner brush in midair. 

"come sit. i won't repeat myself." he leans back against the chair, manspreading as he waits for you. 

you scramble to straddle his strong thighs, muscles a manifestation of his hard work and dedication to volleyball. it was great to see him in action on the court but you'd rather he flexed those muscles when you ride his thighs. 

you cup his face, getting all up in his personal space to apply the eyeliner. 

you've long grown out of the honeymoon phase but why is your heart beating so damn fast right now?

your hands were shaking, perspiration was building up in your forehead, and you were holding your breath.

"are you nervous?"

"shut up, rin. 'm not."

when the brush first touches the lid of his eyes, a nimble finger traces the expanse of your whole slit over your panties. 

you pull the brush away, hissing in surprise. 

"rintarou—!"

"what?"

his sharp tone isn't what shut you up, it was the hand cupping your sex. the heel of his wrist slowly grazing against your sensitive clit. you drew a sharp breath. he smirks. 

"go on. continue, doll."

you want to hate the teasing lilt in his voice but you know deep down you love it.

you held your breath, diving in once again to the task at hand whilst trying to ready yourself from his ministrations. 

your hand slightly shakes as you start in the middle of his waterline, slowly tracing the bottom part of his eyes before making a small wing at the end. 

you've seen him apply his own eyeliner so much you have this down to an art form. everything would've been easy if only he kept his hands to himself. you try to ignore the digit still feathering over your slit or the hand wrapping around you to bunch your skirt up around the waist. 

for someone whose eyes are closed he's doing a damn good job navigating. but maybe that's how he shows you're his. he knows your body like the back of his hand, he knows what makes you tick, what makes you pant, what makes you moan in ecstasy. 

"i can never resist when you dress up all pretty for me. you know that, right, doll?"

applying the eyeliner to his waterline had been fairly easy. the lash line, on the other hand, proved difficult. especially when suna's upgraded from tracing your pussy lips to dangerously toying with the elastics of your panties, slipping his finger under before stretching it to slap your skin. 

as you try to connect the upper part of the eyeliner to the small wing you made from his waterline, you hissed. 

"why don’t you pull them down?"

he chuckles at your impatience and you slightly pull the brush away as he finally shoves the fabric down. you gasp when the cold hits your wet cunt. the scent of your essence unmistakable and you know suna's holding back from teasing. 

"as you wish, baby."

as suna grows bolder, the more your hands shook as you worked on his other eye. 

just as the tip of the brush touched his left eye's waterline, he pushed two fingers inside of you, dragging them against your walls in a lazy manner that was so distinctly him. he curls his fingers when he fucks it in before dragging them against your walls when he pulls it out, slightly scissoring you. he uses his other hand to draw figure 8’s against your clit. 

you swallow, trying your best to keep your hand still as a surgeon but you see the jagged little curves where your jolts of pleasure were too strong. 

you never should've provoked him to shove your underthings down, at least then you wouldn't have to suffer through his fingers. they were just so long, so thick, and so experienced when it comes to pleasuring you that you can never touch yourself anymore without craving suna's own fingers instead. 

you bit your lip, the hand that was cupping his jaw tightening as you try to fix the little mistakes here and there, hoping suna won't see them when he inspects your work in the mirror. it doesn't matter that he purposely set you up to fail. there'll be consequences if he isn't satisfied with what you did. may god have mercy on your horny little soul if rintarou thinks you were a bad girl. 

"you just hate losing, don't you?" you hiss, jolting when you feel him slap your cunt. your knees nearly buckled and you almost fell off the chair if not for his sturdy hand on the small of your back. 

"what are you talking about? i'm just fingering my girl like a winner."

just as you started outlining his left lash line, suna shoves a 3rd finger into your sopping cunt. loud squelching noises fill the room as your walls pulsate around his thick digits. the metal rings he wore brushing against your pussy lips as he fucks you knuckle-deep with three fingers. involuntarily, your own hips started moving to match his pace, shamelessly thrusting up everytime he shoves his fingers in.

he knows you so well. he doesn't even need to look at your face, he can feel you out by the noises you make. so good. so good. his fingers feel so good. fuck. fuck. fuck.

until he pulls them out of your sopping pussy. 

"rin," you whine, folding into his shoulder as you struggle to balance your kneeling self on the chair. you blindly reach down for his hand, urging him to put his fingers back in. "rin, please don't stop. please please please—”

"i told you to put my eyeliner, not fuck yourself on my fingers," he leans back on the chair, eyes still shut close while licking his digits clean. 

your lips press into a thin line, eyes dilated as a whine starts to threaten to pass your lips. you're sick of whatever game this is, you just want him to fuck you silly already! but as if sensing your thoughts, suna clicks his tongue and speaks. "hurry it up. we have a party to get to."

without his fingers to plug your cunny, your slick runs down the insides of your thighs. it's slow descent against your skin making goosebumps run up your arms, shivering as the cold hits your bare cunt. 

suna must've known your anguish, he could feel his jeans getting soaked but he didn't care and you wish to punch that smug smirk off his pretty face. 

your fingers stilled when you cupped his cheeks and leaned in to start applying a thin stroke of eyeliner to his water line. with a simple flick of the wrist you ended it with a little wing, just like how your boyfriend likes it. now, you just have to do his lash line and—

you let out an audible gasp when his fingers started feeling around your thighs, having an inkling idea of what he's tryna look for. true to what you expected, he traces the line of your dripping slick up your inner thighs until his fingers graze your nether lips, successfully collecting your essence. 

you stare entranced when suna brings them up to his lips, eyebrows furrowed and almost moaning aloud because of your taste. the fact that his eyes are closed made you want him even more. his fingers pop out of his mouth, but you get the feeling it wasn't enough. he wants more. suna wants you under his mercy. he wants to taste and ruin you until you're fucked out and lying in a pretty mess on the bed sheets. 

"so fucking sweet, my baby. you're this desperate for me? for my fingers?"

you snapped. you threw the makeup elsewhere in the room (though not before screwing it shut) before diving down to kiss him on the lips. all lust-filled and rough as you both channel the desires you have for each other. maybe suna was at his tipping point too, noting that he doesn't even bother to push you away. 

with his strong arms he picks you up and you wrap your legs around his torso, never breaking the kiss before literally throwing you down on the bed, knocking the air out your lungs. 

"rin!"

"whoops."

he's kneeling before the bed, the sheets ruffling when he pulls you to the edge by your calves, hot breath against your sex making you squirm. 

"my pretty thing," the kitten lick against your pussy drove you crazy, desperately bucking your hips up and suna chuckles condescendingly. "but such a bad fuckin' girl, aren't ya?"

you yelp when he slaps the side of your thigh. 

"who said you could kiss me?"

he pinches your clit hard as he enters your line of sight. suna has never seen you this pretty and desperate for him before. sweat making your skin glow, lips raw from your biting, eyes conveying your every lust-filled thought about him. the sight of you so riled up makes his dick ache and he wants so badly to fuck you already but bad girls don't get what they want just yet. you have to earn it. 

"i asked you a question. who the fuck told you that you could fucking kiss me?" the acid in his voice contrasts the gentle way he caresses the spot on your thigh where he had hit you. 

"no one."

you sob in pleasure when his hot tongue licks a stripe up your pussy before suckling on your clit. once. twice. sucking particularly hard on the third. before running his tongue swiftly over the bundle of nerves and kitten licking his way down your pussy lips. your thighs were shaking so hard he had to pin them down. he knows it's a sign that you're close, not that he's surprised, he's been stimulating your body for minutes now it was amazing you haven't cummed yet. 

but then he stops.

a thread of your slick dribbling down his chin as those cat eyes of his stare you down. he watches, enchanted by how your chest rises and falls. another sweet release he snatched away from you.

"i thought so. what does that make you?"

amazing how he manages to sound so normal, conversational even while he's literally edging you like there's no tomorrow. what do you expect? it's his favorite punishment. he gets to see you sob and beg for him like there's nothing in your mind but his cock and he loves it so much. loves seeing you bend and break for him to please. 

you sniffle, arm coming up to hide the frustrated tears in your eyes. "been… been a bad girl."

a hand slaps your thighs, brutal. eyes on rintarou when answering his questions. your eyes shoot up. 

"and who's bad girl have you been?"

"yours."

this time he reaches forward to tweak your pebbled nipples. the sudden cold of the pads of his fingers making you gasp and spasm. your boyfriend straddles you and you shiver at the head of his glistening cock leaving trails on top of your thighs. but he doesn't make another move. when you sneakily try wiggling your hips for your sex to graze his dick, he slapped your thigh without holding back. you doubt it won't start leaving a handprint. you wait with bated breath when he grabs hold of his cock, the head angry and dripping, the only proof of his also growing desire for you. 

when he directs the head for it to graze your nether lips, you almost cried another fresh batch of tears. his hand quickly brushes up to wipe it away, though not before feeling his dick twitch. you know how much he loves seeing you cry from the overwhelming pleasure he can give you. 

"last time i checked, my name isn't yours. didn't i tell you to answer in full sentences when i'm fucki—"

"suna! suna rintarou! i've been sun-suna rintarou's bad girl!"

suna ducks to mark your neck and torso. he feels the goosebumps forming on your body. the heat enveloping the two of you as you both quickly shed any remaining pieces of clothing. he kisses you. sloppy. nothing but teeth clashing and tongues fighting for dominance as he cradles your face with his big hands, feeling the mushroom head of his cock grazing your thighs.

usually he'd appreciate you not cutting him off mid-sentence but he too has reached his own limits and right now all he can think about is drilling you to the mattress. "rin, please!" you sob, arms wrapping around his neck as you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck.

"shh. yes, doll. i hear ya." 

you were dripping wet enough that all it took is one deep thrust for him to bottom-out. usually you're quite hesitant when rintarou's rawing you but at this point right now, you doubt fucking with a condom would've felt this good. no thin plastic whatsoever that's separating you from him. when he starts to move, you both moan in ecstasy. the bed creaking under the weight of you both as he pistons his dick inside. "you feel so good, doll. so fucking wet and tight. look how wet you are. dripping for my cock, huh? this all for me? answer me!"

you hardly register his voice, the pleasure you've been craving since minutes ago now being crashed down upon you. it's overwhelming and you don't want it any other way. 

"yes," you pant. the tears still leaking from your eyes as you claw at his biceps. "yes. all-all for you, r-rin! just for you!"

he stubbornly keeps hitting the spot that'll make you keen and whine, suna forcing your hips down and sitting up with his palms at the sides of your head. he wants to see you come undone, he'd love to grab his phone and make this memory permanent but he doubts his camera can capture the real deal. your moans and pleas reaching his ears, spurring him on, the beautiful way your back arches of the mattress, the way you physically shook in pleasure and you screamed and worshipped his name.

"rin! oh my god, rin! fuck. 'm close," your voice breaks, hiccuping from the onslaught of tears you can't hold back as blinding pleasure grips you in a tight vice.

suna comes down to snake his arms around you, pulling you infinitely closer as one of his hands supports your lower back, manually moving your hips to match his frantic thrusts. "why you crying? bad girls should be tough, right? aren't—shit—aren't you a bad girl? hmm? bad girls like you shouldn't be crying."

you shake your head, looking pretty and desperate as you meet his eyes. "no, i'm not a bad—"

"yes. you are," you groan, his thrusts particularly hard to shut you up and make a point. "you're a very, very bad girl. you don't listen to me at all. bad girls don't even deserve to cum."

"no! no! rin, please!" you say, a blubbering mess as you bury your forehead into his neck, licking and suckling at his skin to get in his good side. "i'll be good. i promise! please, let me cum. rin! please, i'll be good. i'll be good! only your good—ah."

"you fucking bet you're my good girl," he hissed, biting your shoulder before moaning, pitched and wanton as it threatens to snap the stretched cord inside of you. but not yet. you can't. not unless he says so. "it's me that's making you feel this good. this is my pussy. my plaything. repeat what i said—doll! repeat what i said."

you cried, screaming in frustration as his cock stills inside of you and you know he won't move until you oblige. "this is…" you hiccup. "rin-rintarou's pu-pussy. i'm rintarou's play-plaything."

"what was that?" he asks, hips starting to rut against you again in full force. the headboard violently hitting the walls. when your hands scramble to cling onto something, you accidentally shove something off the bed but you couldn't care less. "louder, doll. i want the whole fucking neighborhood to hear you."

"this is rintarou's pussy. i'm rintarou's plaything." you say in your normal speaking voice, albeit shaky and almost incomprehensible as he holds you firm against him, his cock embedding it's shape and size into your sopping walls.

"louder!"

he hoists you up into a sitting position, his hips fucking up towards you and you only realize he did it when you see the window situated meters behind you two. curtains-drawn, open for the night breeze to billow in. he wasn't kidding. suna rintarou wants the neighbors to hear how good you're getting rawed. he wasn't kidding. he was not kidding.

"go on," he whispers, breathy and teasing. "you'll do it. you're a good girl for me arentcha?"

fuck. "this is rintarou's pussy! i'm rintarou's plaything!"

he licks a stripe up your neck, hands coming around your neck as he whispers into your ear the words you've been dying to hear. "cum, baby."

and your orgasm surges through your whole body in violent jolts, thick ropes of cum squirting out your pussy as you distantly hear him groaning, your walls tightening and sucking him in with every aggressive thrust. rintarou quickly finishes after you, teeth embedding themselves into your shoulder as he groans. you knew bruises will form and you're going to be sore as a bitch but you don't fucking care.

"rin, i love you." you say, grabbing a hold of his face as you stare deep into his eyes. and you don't understand why there's doubt clouding in your head when he takes a beat later to answer, when really, he just can't help the sudden wave of emotions festering in his stomach as he meets the gravity of your gaze. the love and devotion in your eyes as he can only hope that he could translate his emotions through his eyes, too.

he smiles, leaning in to give you a kiss. it's sweet and gentle, completely unlike the one he gave you a few minutes ago when in the throes of pleasure. no. you feel every bit of his love for you in this one kiss and you don't know why you ever doubted yourself, doubted him. you've been together for so long and you're it for him. 

"i love you, too."

but leave it to your darling rintarou to ruin the moment.

"but you'll never apply my eyeliner ever again."

. a/n » this was so self-indulgent im sorry lmao

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➸ Headcanons

♡ ྀ  “midoriya, bakugo and todoroki cramming school works with their S/O”

♡ ྀ  “baby it’s cold outside.” (katsuki bakugo christmas hcs)

♡ ྀ  “going to Universal Studios Japan with them”  

♡ ྀ  “how you spend a virtual valentines date in quarantine w/ them” 

♡ ྀ   what happens when the bakusquad babysits Katsuki’s daughter? 

♡ ྀ     i like you a latte. (Coffee Shop AU! Headcanons)

♡ ྀ what they would be like as disney princes

♡ ྀ their wedding day with you

♡ ྀ the lovey-dovey things they do with you while you're both stuck at home during quarantine

♡ ྀ  the kinds of movies he’d watch with you.

♡ ྀ when he does the lip bite

♡ ྀ  when they read self-insert fanfiction of themselves

♡ ྀ cat ears or maid outfit?

♡ ྀ     how dekusquad + bakusquad comfort you after getting your heartbroken

♡ ྀ   mha boys accompanying you to buy lingerie

➸ Izuku Midoriya

Fics ↝

♡ ྀ  I will hold on to everything we got. A quitter, regretter and forgiver is everything I’m not.

(↳  unprompted and unexpected goodbyes are the worst. how are you going to be able to tell izuku the fact that you were moving away from the city that the two of you have lived in, grew up in, and soon became the place where the two of you fell in love with each other? how could you let this precious cinnamon roll go?)

♡ ྀ  she’s not afraid of scary movies, she likes the way we kiss in the dark.

( ↳  it is your weekly movie night with Izuku and co, but whilst waiting for your other friends, you and your boyfriend had the most wonderful idea of watching a gory horror movie.)

♡ ྀ as the world caves in

( ↳ no one else could ever carry the burden that Izuku holds in his hands. But when a girl from his past helps bring him to a realization, he begins to contemplate on whether or not sacrificing everything that you love to become a hero is worth it all.)

➸ Katsuki Bakugo

Cuddle Buddy! (Social Media AU)

Katsuki’s Convenience (Social Media AU)

Fics ↝

♡ ྀ  thank god for plot twists like you.

( ↳  Katsuki barges in your dorm room after class to see you crying in your bed with your phone in your hand… but why exactly?)

♡ ྀ  the s in studying stands for sexy times (implied smut!)

( ↳  katsuki is helping you study for your finals. but to no avail, none of the articles you were reviewing were processing inside your mind at all. until, katsuki had thought of a great idea to help you study. a spicy one at that.)

♡ ྀ  you fell from the sky into my lap (smut)

(  ↳  You and Katsuki become one as the two of you get in the mood with the music on his Spotify playlist.)

♡ ྀ  my world is changed and it’s cradled by the comfort that is you.

(  ↳  After receiving a quarterly report on the status of your hero internships and as a 3rd year student of UA Academy, your day is ruined as soon as you began to read it’s contents. Your explosive boyfriend does not want to see you like this. But how can he possibly cheer you up?)

♡ ྀ   like the soul of honey 

( ↳ Christmas finally approaches and your daughter, Hikari, can’t wait to spend it with the best parents ever.)

♡ ྀ  you got questions, i got answers tonight, babe. (smut!)

(  ↳ you and the bakusquad drag bakugo to a short vacation after such an intense week of hero work, much to his annoyance. however, his stress and pent up energy was more than you expected, so you knew exactly how to release all his frustrations.)

♡ ྀ  fix you. (studio ghibli au! princess mononoke au!)

(  ↳  Katsuki Bakugo is the righteous yet arrogant village prince of the east. The entire village relies on him for protection and for guidance, further inflating his ego. however, after a cursed boar attacks him and the curse is passed on to him as a poisonous mark on his arm, slowly consuming him until he becomes a demon himself. he is exiled without hesitance from his village and is to go on a journey to look for a cure, a journey he might never come back from. With the help of two of his most trusted allies, he embarks on a journey to look for the gods of the forest in where he meets a girl (just as striking as him) who brings him back down to earth, saves him and make him experience a true life worth living.)

♡ ྀ  25 lives (time traveler au!)

(  ↳  After losing the love of his life in a brutal villain incident, Katsuki Bakugo had lost a part of him. Nothing and no one could ever bring her back. He became the shell of a person he once was; fiery, bright, and the driven #2 Pro-hero in the country. He continues to live life with guilt, all hope still lost until he is gifted a time device that can transport him to parallel universes, dimensions and alternate worlds, where he begins his quest to find his lost love. Crossing a hundred of realities and living twenty-five lifetimes just to bring her back into his arms. )

♡ ྀ to the most explosive boy i’ve ever loved before

(  ↳  six letters. one for every boy you’ve ever loved. The letters for your eyes only, filled with all the words you could never say. until, one day, they start appearing out of nowhere into your life again, and your love life goes from imaginary to out of control.)

♡ ྀ  lovesick girl

(  ↳  your planned birthday surprise for katsuki takes a turn for the worst when you’re suddenly struck by a cold, prompting your dynamite boyfriend to take care of you and shower you with love and affection on his special day.)

♡ ྀ nicotine and faded dreams  (smut!)

(  ↳  Fame. Success. Glory. Bakugo’s had and seen it all, being a part of one of the biggest bands in the world. All he’s ever wanted was (Y/N), who comes back into his life just in time for the last leg of the band’s European tour. Bakugo thought that after making it big he wouldn’t have to face the muse for their most successful song any time soon. But a trip to Venice organized by scheming band mates has him stuck in a car with that very same muse. or Rock bands, a love Bakugo’s been trying to run away from and a cleverly schemed road trip: what could go wrong?)

♡ ྀ the morning afterglow

(  ↳ basking in the hues of wonderment that is the morning sun with your explosive boyfriend by your side was truly a dream. lingering in the bed much longer was an absolute must. these are one of those days.)

➸ Todoroki Shoto

Fics ↝

♡ ྀ  when you kiss me, heaven sighs.

( ↳  you and Shoto arrive in the city of love.  the day seems perfect until things go awry.)

♡ ྀ   a love like the movies

(  ↳    Shoto spends his only day of rest and relaxation by watching iconic tv shows and sitcoms with you.)

♡ ྀ   my youth is yours.

( ↳  shoto todoroki entered college with one thing in mind; be able to graduate and follow in his family’s footsteps. however, college had different plans for him. and meeting the one he would spend the rest of his life with was one of them.)

♡ ྀ merry go round of life (studio ghibli au, howl’s moving castle au)

( ↳ shoto todoroki is a magical prince who yearns for freedom. with the entire country against him, and the freedom he ever so wanted barely in his grasp- he seeks solace in a girl who works in a hat shop. she was his comfort in days full of disaster and war. and ever since then, he has finally found a reason to live.)

♡ ྀ something in the rain 

( ↳  you and shoto were once childhood best friends and sweethearts who had lost touch and communication. 12 years has passed since then, and on a fated summer day in june, there was something in the rain that brought two lost souls back to each other’s arms.)

  ♡ ྀ  are you feline what i’m feline? (smut!)

( ↳ blessed with a quirk that can temporarily transform any human being into any living thing they want through the means of potions and concoctions, you brew up a cat girl potion to surprise shoto for your second year anniversary. however, some accidents and mishaps happen, and you’re welcomed home by a handsome cat boy instead.

♡ ྀ  if i could tell her

( ↳  in where shoto todoroki is hit by a sudden realization that the love of his life was right in front of him all along and all it takes is for her to cross the crossroads for him to finally realize.)

♡ ྀ written in the stars

( ↳ shoto takes you out on a special date. a date that entailed love in all it’s bare simplicity. love in all it’s highs and lows, and love that is worth being written in the stars.)

➸ Eijiro Kirishima

Fics ↝

♡ ྀ  I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover.

(  ↳ It is your 1st year anniversary with Kirishima. With no idea how celebrate it, Kirishima asks for the aid of Bakusquad and they have very interesting ideas and plans to say the least. Will he succeed and plan a perfect surprise for you?)

[chihomichannel]

of candy wrappers and unprecedented endings

| pairing: choso x reader | genre: angst & fluff | warnings: mention of death; sad things blended with happy things | word count: 2330 words | a/n: hi! this is clem! this is the 3rd and final part of “bittersweet lollipops” so read the first two parts before this but it can also be read as is. this wasn’t my first plan for the 3rd part and i had actually written a lot when i realized that i don’t want it to be the 3rd part lol. so i rewritten this today and here it is! hope you guys like it!

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Time has always been the limit for humans. We were born and raised, thrown into the world and built our lives only for everything you’ve worked hard for to be left behind once death came right by your door. And for sorcerers like you, death has always been just a step behind, ready to take you once it was your time. But in your case, you miraculously lived long enough to know you would die with no regrets.

Feeling the hand clung onto yours, your eyes woke from its slumber. Your eyes were met with the bright sunshine that illuminated the whole room, the white of the ceiling shining brighter than ever. Your head turned to your side to see Choso sitting asleep by your bed, his hand on top of yours while the other held your family scrapbook. The page was open, showing a picture of your family at its early stages. It was you and Choso both holding onto your newborn with your friends by your sides. You remembered it was your first born’s first birthday and you smiled at the vivid memory that crossed your mind.

You thought back to that day when everyone was present, celebrating and just pure happiness. You remembered Megumi tackling Yuuji when he was about to feed your baby he didn’t know your daughter could not eat. You remembered Panda with your baby lying on its stomach and Inumaki shoving toys to your daughter to amuse it. You remember Gojo arriving late with a bag full of sweets to which Choso took eagerly. You remembered Nobara continuously flaunting her outfit. You remembered Maki and Nanami just being there. And you remembered looking at everyone, just taking in that moment and storing it inside your treasured memories. You remembered the atmosphere, the calm and the chaos in the house. The hot rays of the sun shielded by the window pane. You remembered that moment and longed to return to that day.

Blinking, you were snapped back to reality. You took note that the atmosphere was the same as that day. You smiled, eyes tired even though you only just woke up. You glanced at Choso’s hands that clung onto yours, it was tight but he held you as if you were fragile glass. You knew he’s worried and so you moved your hand and intertwined it with his. Choso stirred awake, licking his dried lips as he leaned up from his position “Hey” he said, his voice cracking slightly. He looked tired, the look in his eyes told you they’ve lived for so long. They’ve seen so much yet his face was still the same. His body looked the same, everything looked the same. His youthful face hid the hundreds of years he’s lived.

He smiled- oh his smile. His smile is something you never got over. When you first knew Choso, you would have never guessed that he could be so expressive. With his indifferent mien, even at the start of your relationship, you would always be so surprised to see another expression on his face. You loved it especially when he has this confused, wondering face. You always found it so cute. You found everything he does cute. It scared you just how much you’re in love him. But you could never imagine nor wish for a better life because the life you have with Choso by your side is a life you would never bargain anything for. You are content and you are in love. You didn’t even realize it but Choso became your life. The little world and family you’ve built with him, it’s yours and his. No life was better than this.

“Morning” Choso scooted his seat closer to your bed, he had his elbows on the soft mattress, taking your hand to his lips. “It’s afternoon, silly” You weakly told him, softly chuckling. You felt him smile in your hands and you gazed at him adoringly “I see you’ve been looking at the scrapbook again”

“Yeah” Choso pulled away from your hands and flipped the scrapbook to the next page “I guess I fell asleep while doing so” He mused. He stopped and you looked at the page to see a picture of you and him decades ago. It was a selfie when you two eloped that one fateful night. The two of you never planned for a wedding nor did you think you would ever get married. It was never a thought in your mind but during that night, Choso looked so beautiful. Even with his mouthful of tacos you grabbed on the way to Panda’s birthday, something about the night with the streetlights and the swarm of people highlighted Choso in your eyes. And at the bus stop, just as you were about to get on it, you pulled Choso into a halt and waited until the crowd got on the bus before you spoke “Will you marry me?”

You both skipped on Panda’s birthday and got married. It was a decisive decision but no doubt the best you’ve ever made. A year later after that, your daughter was born and you swore, Choso had never glowed brighter. Your heart felt soft whenever you see your daughter and husband bonding. And the sight of your daughter cuddled up against Choso made you feel so thankful that these beautiful people are part of your life. Because of them, life was so much brighter.

You and Choso bore four more children after that. To say that life is noisy is an understandment but the noise made you happy anyway (albeit stressed). You stopped at baby number 5, with your eldest being 15 at the time. As expected, your daughter became a sorcerer, proving to be much stronger than either of you with a cursed technique she invented on her own. Your second didn’t follow onto the jujutsu society and made a life of his own outside the dangers of your reality. Your third inherited Choso’s blood manipulation and was almost bought by the Kamo clan but of course, you and Choso shielded your child away from the mess that is clan families. Your fourth also became a jujutsu sorcerer and your youngest inherited your cursed technique. All in all, your children now had lives of their own with all of them being fully fledged adults.

With a sigh, you yawned, reaching out for the scrapbook and putting it on your lap. You flipped to the next page and a grin etched on your face. You giggled, motioning to Choso the scrapbook. It was you and Choso all those years ago before you were married. It was that day out when Choso kissed you on the ferris wheel. It was when you two were sitting on the sea wall when he secretly snapped a picture of you looking the other way. A glint flashed through Choso’s eyes, his lips mirroring your grin. Choso traced the design by the photo, it was a bunch of lollipop wrappers you two had been eating when you were designing this specific page. He remembered you chastising him for almost emptying the packet of lollipops. Chuckling, he turned to look at you to see you looking at him so lovingly “I love you” you told him and Choso felt his chest tighten. It was a wonder how you still had so much effect on him when you had literally spend your lifetime together “And I love you”

Choso examined the wrinkles in your eyes when you smiled. Your once smooth skin was now wrinkled out of old age. Your once vibrant hair is now a dull white. Both your eyes now have a cataract that clouded your sight. And your lips remain chapped no matter how many times you apply a lip balm. But even with all these things you’ve obtained as you aged, you still looked so darn beautiful. It was no secret that his never changing youth made you insecure. You wished he could age up with you but realized that was selfish and so you brushed off these thoughts. What you didn’t know is that Choso also wished the same. He wished he could grow old with you and get wrinkly together.

It was cruel how he couldn’t age with you. If you thought about it, he’s actually more than a century older than you yet here you are, minutes away from letting go. Choso clutched your hands, his eyes shaking as you breathed frailly. He breathed out your name, tears brimming in his eyes. He let out a whimper when you called his name, hiding in the cold of your hands “Choso” You repeated, feeling a pang on your chest. You leaned forward to embrace him, trapping him in your arms resulting in Choso to lean on your shoulder, letting out a quiet cry.

You cooed, kissing his temple before hiding your face in his hair, his locks drying the tears that fell on your cheeks. “Don’t go” He cried, his voice muffled “Not you too” His voice cracked causing your arms to tighten around him “Choso, Choso” With that, Choso looked you in the eyes.

“Please never be alone-” You paused, composing yourself. Choso held your cheeks as you continued “-find someone-” “I could never love someone else other than you” Choso said committedly. You gave him a look before you continued “-please, please don’t blame yourself” You held his cheeks, giving him a soft smile as you plead “And please don’t be sad”

You broke, Choso catching your tears with his mouth. Planting kisses on your face, Choso savored you in. The both of you could feel it. It was the worst feeling ever. But thinking back to your life, it was never short of happiness. Choso was the pill that gave you the energy to live your fullest. He was the reason you found a purpose in life and became a mother of five. He was the reason you ever felt true happiness. And thinking back to all those memories, you can confidently say that you left this world with no regrets.

 ๋࣭     ࣪ ˖        ⋆ ࣪.     ˖ ࣪⭑      ˖ ࣪ ٬     ุ๋ ⸱ ๋࣭     ࣪ ˖        ⋆ ࣪.     ˖ ࣪⭑      ˖ ࣪  ๋࣭

A snowflake fell on Choso’s nose causing it to twitch at the contact. It was cold and Choso stood in the midst of the crowd, unmoving as stone. He sighed, a cloud forming in front of his mouth. Yuuji had called him to meet him in the plaza in front of the huge clock that stood tall in the middle of the park. Choso scanned his surroundings and took note of the large crowd that flocked together at night. It was the night before Christmas eve and Choso was alone. His children all had their own families to tend to. The original plan was to celebrate at his home but plans tend to change and Choso ended up alone. If not for Yuuji, he would probably be asleep by now.

“Choso!” Hearing someone call out his name, Choso turned to see his brother and his friend, Megumi, heading his way. Yuuji’s pink hair is now white, his smile now has wrinkles on them. It was the same with Megumi and Choso remembered he couldn’t age. It made him sigh, wanting nothing but age together with the people he cares about. It bothered him so much, especially with his eldest child looking much older than him. It was unfair, Choso wailed to the gods.

Choso let them pull him wherever, going along with the flow. But even with the boisterous laughs of his brother and the chatter that filled his ears, he felt alone. He was surrounded by people yet he felt so cold. Sighing for the umpteenth time that day, Choso going along wherever his companions went.

This didn’t go unnoticed by Yuuji. He was worried about his brother which is why he called him in the first place. His legs hurt from old age but if it means his brother would feel better, he would go out in the cold to walk with him. Megumi already went home and Yuuji is walking Choso home. He noted the faraway look Choso held. Yuuji felt sad at the sight. He remembered how Choso shined when you were still alive. But the Choso walking beside him now was nothing but the shell left of his body. His eyes held no soul, that is until Choso’s eyes landed on the ferris wheel.

It was the same ferris wheel as back then. Like before, it flickered in different lights, switching its color as it rotated. Choso held a cry, feeling a lump in his throat. You. Oh, you. He is so in love with you still. He saw that yellow pod, though unsure if it was the one, his heart ached at the memory of you. His heart always aches every second of the day. You, he thought of you. He felt the linger of your touch on his skin, your breath as you laughed against him. He felt your kisses and the love you felt for him. The clutch of your fingers as you held onto him. He felt you.

He breathed in the cold air, taking his eyes off the ferris wheel into the night sky. The jet black sky was painted with the white of the snowflakes that fell. One dropped on his cheek and rolled down the same time a tear fell down from his hollow eyes. A breath left his throat, a smoke coming out of his mouth. He will find you, he is determined to find you. No matter how long it takes. No matter what millennia he meets you again. He will be there and you would be in his arms again. He will tell you the stories he’s lived and live another lifetime with you. No matter how many lifetimes, what matters is he’s with you.

Another set of tears run down his cheeks. He misses you but he will live on. He will live on.

He will live on.

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ÒwÓ may I request your 3rd favorite yandere forcing their darling (male) to wear a maid “uniform” for them??

As we decided via randomizer, Satan it is! Thank you for requesting!

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Even with the times changing, the sheer lack of fabric on this particular outfit made you embarrassed.

Perhaps, had it been a regular uniform, it would not have bothered you at all. Hell, who cared about gender constructs that didn’t even exist in Devildom? A maid uniform was cute, frilly, and a bit over the top, but otherwise nothing to be upset about. Yet, with only half of such a uniform, it was quite the extreme opposite of what you had expected.

Satan was one-of-a-kind, eccentric even. Aside from the obvious anger issues he harbored, he also never seemed to run out of ideas to make your life worse by the minute. As if kidnapping and holding you in a magic realm to his liking wasn’t enough, his mischievous side tended to also apply the occasional curse on you or lash out if he was in a bad mood. But this; this was new.

That he’d go so far as to employ the help of his brother just to still his curiosity wasn’t what you expected. However, standing there, pulling and tearing at the small, fluffy skirt which barely even reached your hips, the only explanation for this kind of outfit that came to mind was Asmodeus.

“W-What even is that,” you stammered, feeling the heat prickle on your face. Looking down on yourself, you tried to avoid peering into the mirrors that Satan had made appear all-around to give him a better view. It was unforgivable with what amount of composure the devil managed to lounge in his chair, hands folded before his head as if in prayer while his eyes continued lurking at you from behind them.

“You could have at least gotten it in my size!” Though heard, your complaints fell on deaf ears, Satan being unbothered by the fact you couldn’t even close the damn corset-like structure in your back. It was poorly made anyway, but your back was just too broad to even get the zipper one inch up. Clearly, by the cups sewn into plastic-like material on the front, it wasn’t made for a man’s body, and surely not for yours; the cups didn’t even reach up far enough to cover one of your nipples.

Feeling yourself getting angry about it, you let out a frustrated groan, pulling down the tulle skirt in an attempt to hold it between your legs. The worst part about the whole outfit was the very mismatched, unwearable underwear. Honestly, it probably would have been less embarrassing to not wear anything at all than this poor excuse of a maid uniform.

“I’m taking this off,” you decided as there was barely any reaction from Satan despite your struggles. It had been stupid to believe him when he said he’d fulfill you a wish if you did this for him. Especially after he had been so insistent on you doing it despite your immediate refusal at first. You should have known better than to indulge him. He, who was your worst nightmare and the biggest disaster in your life.

“No,” he - finally - spoke up, even though you wished it had been a different choice of words. There was no way you’d ever get used to how realms worked, their size and form shaping to everything their owner’s imagined. Just before he spoke, Satan had been sitting away with a decent space from you, evaluating you from afar, but his chair suddenly shifted so close, possibly warped, you felt his breath against your exposed thighs.

“I didn’t expect much from it, but I must say... I like it.”

His words felt colder than a stab in the back, and you felt your face scrunch up in disgust. For someone who told you he loved you, you had expected more sympathy for your feelings. “I don’t; I’ll take it off.”

“No, you won’t.”

A surge of magic energy brushed down your arms, pulling them back harshly. Satan’s magic never was tender, but the way your body had to adjust quickly was rough. Immediately, you felt the hold on your wrists, feeling like iron chains pulling your hands towards the ground, but not hard enough to make you fall over. When you looked over your shoulder, instead of the chains you expected, you only saw cuffs around your wrists, fitting the colors and cheapness of the maid uniform.

This, paired with the slight chuckle from before you, confirmed a sinister suspicion you had. Satan was immensely enjoying himself. “Are you serious--” you wanted to ask him, but the sudden feeling of his hand on the back of your thighs cut you off, making you flinch instead. Usually, if it wasn’t punishment, Satan wasn’t one to touch you much. He observed, annoyed, and at most, made you come over to cuddle, but rarely did his hands wander.

Considering the situation you were in, this was more than unpleasant to experience now.

“I am, very much so, serious, Dear. This suits you. I want to see it for a while longer.”

With goosebumps accompanying your displeasure, Satan brought his hand down first, slipping them beneath the band of the socks you put on along with the costume. You supposed they should have been over-knees, but on you, they were barely under-knees, and it was a wonder you got your feet into them considering their size being way too small.

Letting go of the band, it flicked back on your skin, the sensation startling as you didn’t expect Satan to tease you with it. That only upset you more, as it brought a grin to his face to see you react like that before his hand wandered up again along your leg. Your body sadly wasn’t a secret anymore to Satan, as much as you commiserated that fact, so you couldn’t help but feel like the show he was putting you on here was much more embarrassing than if he had told you to get naked in front of him.

His nails poked at the skin below your asscheeks before you felt a wave of relief as he continued to tug and arrange the skirt with his next touch instead. If he had gone farther than to touch your bottom, you might have kicked him and risked some punishment instead. Perhaps he was aware of that, looking up at you knowingly as you let out a quiet sigh, and smiling.

“Happy now?” you asked him, out of spite more than sincere curiosity. All that you wanted was for it to be over. You’d rather stay in your prison and sulk in what you assumed was a corner than to humor your demonic watchdog any more than this. However, his answer left your wishes hanging.

“Very much so, but hm, how do I say that...” Bringing his finger to his lips, Satan tapped them thoughtfully, staring at the corset intently. “It will be hard to get it off, right? With your hands bound and all.”

“Then.... just undo the spell,” you hissed slowly back at him.

“I’m afraid it’s not a spell that can be undone that easily.”

You were about to really get angry with him, taking a deep breath through your nose to calm yourself before you looked down at him again. Unexpectedly, you met his gaze, and you wondered for a second why his eyes were shining so full with what you could only believe was malicious intent before he answered your question by himself.

“But if you ask nicely, I could take it off for you?”

[shoichee]

Hello! Can I perhaps ask for no. 28. “Make me” from your prompt list for my beloved Imayoshi? It's so nice seeing him here on your theme and avatar and that pERFECT url, it feels like I finally found my people.

HELLO HELLO, and YES I WAS SO SURPRISED THAT NO ONE TOOK THIS URL... considering that it was just an alternative spelling of shoichi and its a rlly short handle too mwehe // im sort of a particular person when it comes to how something looks, whether itd be outfits, drawings, coloring, and the UI of a blog, u name it.... i may have spent hours trying to have the perfect colors for this theme PLEASEEEE, but without further ado here is our man, our little shit, Imayoshi

@knb-kreations howdy! another new work posted here!

Imayoshi x Reader

28. “Make me”

Word Count: 2331

prompt list here

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Imayoshi doesn’t exactly know how he feels about you.

Scratch that, he does know. He’s quite amused at the shenanigans you pull on others around you, and a lot of times, you actually elicit a few dry laughs out of the guy. Other times though, he’d wish that you would just shut the fuck up, especially when all he hears amidst his studying was your loud “whispering” and “hushed” jokes. How you were always nearby no matter where he is was still a mystery that he casually ponders about from time to time. Perhaps your natural tendency to project your voice creates the illusion that you were near when you really weren’t?

No matter, such trivial thoughts can’t occupy his mind when college entrance exams loom closer. Then again, they weren’t particularly difficult; they were simply a hassle to secure near-perfect scores, especially when his chances of admittance rely critically on how well he does.

“That’s an awful drawing of a samurai,” Susa comments, snapping Imayoshi out of idle thought.

“Ho? Is it really terrible if you were able to tell what it is?” Imayoshi chuckles. “The point of a drawing is to convey the right idea or emotion. It seems that my drawing skills hit a bulls-eye with this sketch, no?” He playfully spins his pencil around, patiently waiting for his reply to goad him.

All Susa does in response is to roll his eyes before he turns his full attention back to his notes. He knows better than to try a comeback against Imayoshi, who can easily make it backfire against the person with a pleasant close-eyed smile. Imayoshi, seeing Susa’s nonverbal resign from engaging further banter, also looks down back to his book of scribbled notes and chicken-scratch drawings before he exhales an inaudible sigh.

School just doesn’t cut out to be mentally stimulating for him. It’s a little too repetitive and mundane for his taste.

“Argh!! Oh no!” your voice rang out, despite your poor attempt to be reasonably quiet. “I forgot applications for the Coca-Cola scholarship are due today!”

Coca-Cola… what?

Everyone looks up to warily eye you, and your few friends, who are currently rushing to pull you down and slap their hands over your mouth to mute you, were panicking at the new attention you managed to garner. Even still, your mind seems more fixated on whatever was on the laptop’s screen, rather than what they were doing to you.

Imayoshi can’t help but stifle his audible mirth from how you manage to change the mood of the entire library within seconds.

“How do you even forget something as important as a huge scholarship like that?” Susa says in dismay. “Makes me kind of wonder how (l/n) would handle life after graduation, to be honest.”

“Well,” Imayoshi begins. “I wouldn’t worry too much. It’s best not to underestimate (l/n)-san. Surely we’ve learned our lesson with Seirin?” He toys with the pencil grip before he sporadically draws some lines loosely resembling another sketch.

“Drawing again?” Susa raises a brow. “Have you even been studying?”

“Well,” he replies. “There’s still plenty of time before exams—months to be exact. Could you even study with the current distractions in here?” At his own words, he nudges his chin in your direction.

“It’s not just any exams though, it’s—”

“Whether they have more importance or not doesn’t really concern me. After all, standardized testing isn’t worth stressing out for when we’ve taken essentially the same thing all our lives.”

“What most are worried about is the content inside the exams, Imayoshi,” he said, carefully treading into dangerous waters with Imayoshi’s tendency to take all replies as mind-game challenges for his own amusement.

“‘If you have been paying attention consistently throughout the year, you wouldn’t be having much trouble…’ that’s what you once oh-so-wisely said to Wakamatsu yesterday, hmm?” His mimicking tone drips a hint of arrogance. “Unless you mean to tell me my ears do not work? But by all means, please feel free to correct me.”

“That’s different,” he sighed, his face clearly evident that he was done with Imayoshi’s shit. “That exam only tested content for the past year, not your entire academic repertoire over the courses of middle and high school.”

“I’d like to think that the logic still applies the same way.”

“Well,” Susa heaves with a languid stretch. “You generally score better on the exams than me, so you’re probably right. Still, don’t neglect your studying.”

“Right, right, Susa-senpai~”

“... Please don’t call me that again.”

“... If you say so,” he said, but his smile blatantly showed his real intentions of never stopping his irritable quips. Susa gets ready to pack up his book bag before he heads out the door with a friendly wave. Imayoshi half-heartedly returns the gesture with a casual wave of his own. He immediately notices you also packed up and about to leave with a worried frown, and of course, while audibly mumbling your concerns and makeshift schedules to accommodate time for last-minute essay writing. By now, all of your friends have left for home.

“Ah, biology lab due next week, kanji worksheets due tomorrow, hmm, um, how would I finish this on time… ah, calculus test is tomorrow too, ah shit… should I ask someone to tutor?—ah, but it’s super last minute, and there’s still that scholarship… argh, fuck!” Your voice peaked in volume at the end, and the librarian immediately shot daggers at you.

“Shhhhh!”

“A-Ah! S-Sorry, sorry!”

Imayoshi was watching you with his chin on his arm propped up on the desk, unable to control the smile that escaped his lips. You really were entertaining to watch, and you never cease to bore him.

He turns away to crack his neck and roll it around before methodically packing up his writing utensils and notebooks. Soft shuffling filled the air as he rearranged the items inside his bag. As he turns to pack the last thing on the table, which happened to be the notebook filled with his idle doodling, his face slightly softens at the drawing he did after the samurai. Yes, the one Susa chastised him for when he could’ve been studying. Yes, perhaps he was right when he was terrible at drawing after all; your panicked face and wild hand gestures didn’t really translate well into paper, and it looked a little too much like a horror comic and less than a sketch of you. Still, he’s oddly proud of it.

Imayoshi promptly pushes the chair in and leaves the library, but when he rounds the corner of the adjacent hallway, he bumps into you.

“Er—hi! I mean, please, uhhh… if it isn’t too much to ask—canyoupleasetutormeforthecalculustesttomorrowbecausemyfinalgradedependsonthat?”

Imayoshi winces at the sheer volume of your voice and plugs his ears in out of habit to block out some of the decibels. Wakamatsu was eerily similar to you in that regard. Only difference between the two of you was that you were deceptively intelligent. Extremely so.

“My, my, if it isn’t (l/n)-senpai!” He fakes a surprised look, earning him an eye roll on your end. “You need someone like me to teach you the works?”

“I—what? We’re literally in the same calc class, Imayoshi,” you retort. “Besides, drop the ‘senpai’ honorific. It feels so slimy when you say it so disingenuously… Aren’t we both 3rd years too?”

“I’m so hurt,” he mocks. “What if I was really genuine with you?”

“Look, right now, no remarks from you, Evil Glasses,” you say. “It’s really, really urgent and I don’t know how to grasp the material for the class lately, plus my essay, ugh…” You rub your fingers against your temples in an attempt to make the stressful headaches disappear while Imayoshi simply watches with his eyes slightly open.

“... You usually do well on all your exams, no? Unless my eyes and memory fail me.” It was true; even though you were as loud-mouthed as Wakamatsu, you would often shock a lot of people when your name always appeared in the higher percentiles of exam results. Apparently most students and teachers associate your rowdy personality with an expected subpar academic performance. He has you to thank for when your score reports always cause reactions of utter disbelief from the teachers. You really do liven up the school and make it a lot more unorthodox.

“I guess…” you mumble. “But I really wanna do especially well for this one because math is my weakest subject, and you always score the highest for these types of exams, so…”

“It may be my best subject,” he says, leaning slightly closer to your face. “But I’m not the one with the highest scores in any math subjects throughout these years, and we both know that quite well, don’t we, (l/n)? Why don’t you come clean about the real reason why you’re here?”

“Oh my literal fuck—Imayoshi, you’re one of the best students in calc right now regardless of exam results,” you petulantly huffed, not backing down from his intimidation. Imayoshi notes your cheeks reddening, and he figured it was either because of the close proximity between your faces or the fact you were frustrated… perhaps both. “And you’re the only one around here on campus who I could ask!”

“Really now,” he chimes, moving closer to whisper in your ear. “Are you sure?” With incoherent stammers, you backed away from him, slapping your hands against both of your ears to protect them.

“W-W-What the fuck are you doing?!”

“Looks like I won this one, (l/n)-san,” he purrs, relishing the fact that only he could render you this quiet. “Ho? What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?”

“I—Shut up!” you lamely shoot back. “You can just say no if you really don’t wanna do this—urgh, I’m leaving, I’m not gonna waste any more time—”

“How hurtful,” he dryly remarks, standing up straight again after leaning for a quite a while. “It’s almost as if you’re rejecting me~” He knew you would always take his bait and quip back (unlike Susa), regardless of whether or not you tell him that you weren’t going to engage further.

“As if,” you snorted, making another exaggerated eye roll. “You’re the last person who would ever be hurt from this.”

“Dear me!” he exclaims. “Have you ever considered that perhaps I don’t help out people for free? Did you think I would be a gracious, selfless person who would help you like a saint?”

“Okay, fine! Perhaps I didn’t think that far ahead, okay? You just were the first person that came to mind, and I thought asking you wouldn’t hurt.” His smirk widens almost maliciously at your words, lips already opening to deliver another irritating quip before you immediately spoke again to stop him. “Okay, Imayoshi, you little shit, just shut up—I don’t wanna hear anything from your mouth right now.”

“I don’t see any reason why I should listen to you at all,” he muses. “Why don’t you make me?” He has a shit-eating grin plastered across his face, eagerly eyeing your next move, and as he expected, you let out a frustrated noise that prompted passerby students to shoot pointed looks towards the both of you.

What he didn’t expect was for you to take a huge step towards him, unceremoniously pull him down to your level, and press a reverberating smack on his lips. His eyes are immediately blown wide open to look at your embarrassed, but determined face. His fingers unconsciously move to touch his warmed lips.

“... That was quite romantic, wasn’t it, (l/n)?” he dryly says, recovering almost immediately from the shock. All the other students fled from the blatantly bold scene to save face. Not that Imayoshi really cared.

“Okay, you know what? Bye, I’m not gonna play anymore mind games with you,” you grumble. “Essays and studying aren’t gonna be done by themselves—wah!”

Imayoshi gently tugs you back to reciprocate back a kiss, meticulously slipping his hands behind your head and on your waist to accommodate you. Your eyes are completely open from the shock that the Imayoshi Shoichi was actually kissing you. You don’t close your eyes from the sensation, completely entranced when you make eye contact with his half-lidded eyes watching your every reaction closely. The kiss ended all too soon, and Imayoshi separates himself from you, secretly admiring your dazed look.

“That was quite a strong reaction to just a simple kiss.”

“I—that was not just a ‘simple kiss!’”

“Now would you like to tell me the true reason why you approached me?”

“You’re… insinuating that you know something.”

“Well we wouldn’t know unless you come clean,” Imayoshi purrs. “I can sometimes be wrong too.”

“Ugh, what the hell—fine, I am quite enamored by you, and uh, I… find it infuriating to be with you, but it also gives me butterflies… so I thought I could be with you more… if I asked you—don’t get it twisted, though! I still need your help to study!...” He covers his mouth to suppress a laugh at your honesty.

“Was it really so hard to say that in the beginning, (l/n)-san?”

“Okay, that’s it! I’m really, really leaving! Fuck off, Imayoshi, I swear to—”

“Ho? Just a minute, darling~” he tuts, reaching to hold your hand. “Perhaps if you offer more kisses as an incentive, I’d be more inclined to offer my expertise.”

“How quaint,” you dryly reply. “It’s almost as if we’re in a relationship.”

Imayoshi can’t help but bark out a genuine laugh. You even managed to pick up some of his mannerisms so quickly.

“That’s an interesting proposal, (l/n),” he murmurs. “Should we try that?” You tut at him irritatedly as you tug your interlocked hands while speed-walking ahead.

“Hurry up, or I’ll consider breaking up with you right now.”

“Ah ha!~” he chuckles at your attitude. “How mean, (l/n)-san! Too bad that we both know that’s not going to happen anytime soon.”

[organic-guacamole]

showtime

episode 211 let's go

ok first of all, this is the second to last episode guys... I don't even wanna think about how much pain I'll be in after next week's episode

mr mazzara doing the recap-

this is so weird to me and I don't know why

WHY DIDN'T YALL JUST ASK BENJAMIN FOR HELP, THATS LITERALLY HIS THING

is Nini giving out the cards a callback to season 1 when Natalie Bagley said that Nini gave her a card or something on opening night of another musical?

STEPHY AS THE ENCHANTRESS OMG YES

Ricky in the crown gives me Harry styles in that photoshoot vibes

he's so pretty.

ok but why did we never see Ricky and Ashlyn interact before? it's been like 5 seconds and I already love how they bounce off each other and it's just so natural

OH THEY REALLY DON'T HAVE ANY UNDERSTUDIES-

well that explains a lot...

so Ricky fell on top of Ashlyn and all that broke for both of them was their wrist-

insert Jake Peralta *coolcoolcoolcoolcoolcool no doubt no doubt no doubt*

of course howie was amazing as the beast, were we expecting anything less??

Ricky is so beautiful and I will not shut up about it....

let me enjoy this before the makeup crew slaps mud on his face.

Nini and Ricky talking to eachother? in a civil manner? wasn't she avoiding him just in the last episode? hm ok

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH THEY CANT EXPRESS THEIR FEELINGS JUST LIKE ME HAHAHAHAHA THIS IS HILARIOUS, WHATS NEXT? THEY CUT EVERYONE OFF CUZ THEY CANT HANDLE EMOTIONS? ...ha

yes Kaden and Rico, my favourite east high boys 🥰

I mean....where's EJ?

THERE HE IS

EJ AND GINA IN THE BACKGROUND... doing something idek

KOURTNEY'S MOM IS BACK YAY

Howie is a shining star, ofc ofc

the smallest fOrk

can't wait to see the fork burst into song about how she deserves more than to be used to eat salad😌

the duster and the bluster.... ok😃

hi Gina!

hi- oh wow I didn't know Robbie Rotten was in this show!!!!!

the portwell look.

that my friends, is a married couple's look✋

GOSH EJ WHAT DID THEY DO TO YOU

aww Gina's so excited for this

D word?

Die?

Delicious?

Dom Toretto?

"good, clean fun all alone with someone I dig...a lot"

sir that does not sound very clean to me

SEBLOS

Seb looks so cute standing there next to pope Carlos

DID THEYEY REALLY LIGHT ANTOINE ON FIRE-

I NEED TO SEE THAT

Seb's reading Carlos better than big red read the script in episode 102, this is great development after the "fight"

Kourtney really just made the best outfit for herself and let the rest of them suffer

the way Gina immediately goes to hold on to EJ after the announcement

"tonight we're going to put the U in UTAH"

...

"hey where are you from?"

"TAH"

SEB'S SINGULAR CLAP KILLED ME-

he's officially salt lake city's resident thanos

just wity clapping because for some reason I have a feeling he doesn't know how to snap his fingers...don't ask why

Ms Jenn do you mind encouraging your leads before the show? idk just an idea

pepto bismol product placement smhsmh

those flowers are bigger that big red himself-

*bops along to the opening theme*

that whistle at the end slaps everytime

WHY IS THE AUDIENCE SO MASSIVE

I guess they're all here to see Ms Jenn go on as a fork after Nini decides to *go her own way*

wow i am so funny

so they couldn't do many group scenes cuz of covid, but this 300 person crowd is cool? nice

OO THE VIOLIN GIRL FROM EPISODE 6 IS IN THE ORCHESTRA

HOWIEEEEEE

"Mr Caswell", he said, in the loudest voice possible while backstage at a show that's about to start.

Mazzara what are you trying to pull-

I usually like Benjamin but I don't like his tone

"iS yOuR wHoLe FaMiLy HeRe?" LIKE YOU DON'T ALREADY KNOW THATS A SOFT SPOT FOR EJ

"we've had some good conversations these past few weeks"

right so what's going to happen after you graduate?

what does he think of you not going to Duke?

what did he say about you giving the sweatshirt that's been in the family for 3 generations to a girl you're not even dating?

good old Mr. M

therapist Mr. Mazzara, they all need it.

start with Ricky though.

"Michael Bowen"

dude why did you shave, now you look less like "hot lumberjack" and more "creep at the gas station"

OH-

does she not like Mike anymore?

why does it sound like jennzzara started dating and now they just sit back and talk smack about everyone in their freetime

break the fourth wall-

uhhhh im scared

why am I scared

he's scary

hehe flowers for Ricky, obviously for Ricky, ObViOuSLY

oh boy poor Michael

this man is in love, rip

why does Ms Jenn always look at people with her eyes open so wide

LILYYYY

I'm only excited because I really like the idea of lily and Ricky being friends, nothing more.

ha this guy's got jokes

a MOAT AROUND THE SCHOOL

wheeze

also he's very pretty.

"the wolves and very talented humans"

how dare he forget to mention the very talented wolves and normal humans, smh erasure

"being nice, what a concept" ted talk by Lily who still doesn't have a last name

did she just say lol out loud

same with the hug emoji last episode-

go touch some grass babes

the way he didn't say no, but said he didn't know how the east high kids would react-

not saying he does want to date her but that's an interesting thing to think about, also another thing to write an essay analysis on just to leave it in my drafts for a few months

awww lily genuinely trying to help him

sorry guys, I've been taken by the Lily charm (didn't know it existed until now but oh well)

REMEMBER WHEN I SAID I'LL NEVER SHIP PORTWELL?

just look at me now

the Lily wink I can't she's so cute-

HELP ME I'M BEING HELD HOSTAGE BY LIL-

David Attenborough?

oh nvm it's Benjamin narrating the show in a really weird British accent for some reason.

STEPHY GOT MORE LINES YAY GOOD FOR HER

also is this to show that Nini doesn't care about being the star of the show anymore? the way she's supporting everyone else even though she's a fork?

I would pay for a special of the full musical ngl

OOO THE TRANSFORMATION WAS SMOOTH

shockingly

yo where did the makeup come from

man I wish I was a theatre kid

THIS IS STEPHY'S EPISODE NOW IDC✋

my girl is starring

"needs an X-factor"

Simon Cowbell creeps in

"it's a yes from me"

and them boom, he takes Nini and mistreats her horribly and then she comes back to theatre after deciding music isn't for her👍

"I thought she just hog-tied him?"

don't ask sebby, it's better if you don't know.

imagine they spotlight the wrong person and this dude is just some random person that likes writing down stuff during shows.

Ms Jenn just let them do what they rehearsed (at some point we never saw) or else this is gonna end horribly wrong

"help"

same Carlos, same

I love how seb is just his translator rn

I thought he said "great displeasure" instead of "greatest pleasure"....help?

big red coming out from throwing up to see his girlfriend star is the cutest thing in this show.

Ash and Gina dancing is so fun

I'm imagining them practicing at night at their home, watching the movie for the 100th time and making sure their one dance together is perfect

KOURTNEY YES

HOWIE IS IN LOVE AHHHH

I LOVE HOWIE SO MUCH

SEBBY

THIS SCENE HAS SO MUCH GOING ON I CAN'T KEEP UP

THIS IS SO GOOD

HOW???

no because I'm actually crying

I'm dead serious.

we need this musical released as a special

big red is so proud and I love to see it

Natalie: "if you do not by at least 20 dollars in concessions, you do not support art"

rando in the audience: "but I pay for ad free Spotify"

Mr Mazzara clapping in the distance

Gigi, the guy you like is talking to you, complimenting you and hyping you up

YOU LUCKY LITTLE FEATHER DUSTER

aw EJ teasing her about the chocolates in a way that doesn't make her feel bad? take notes Richard

JORDAN FISHER

there is no rest of the show idc Jordan is it for me

THE WIG CAP ON RICKY OMG

they look like they're high and having "deep" conversations on the floor

THE MEAN GIRL WITH THE EYES-

@sunshine-julie-molina YOU HEAR THAT

Natalie really just be coming for them all

Howie what is happening rn

I'm scared

"did you enjoy it"

"very much"

dude wants a kiss so bad

ASHLYN OMG

NO DON'T DO IT BECAUSE OF LILY, PUT YOUR OWN TWIST ON IT

I want a Jordan autograph please

just keep swim- oh pushing...

Gina is literally a giant next to him and I live for it

am I about to cry for the 3rd time in this episode?

yes.

Ricky's leg kicks under the table makes me so happy aw

the portwell glances will kill me.

ah yes, mashed potato snow

Mr. M.... I'm not a theatre kid but even I know you can't have your phone on backstage.

Howie please just do it

CHIP'S BIG LINE I CANT

I LITERALLY HAD TO PAUSE IT AMD SCREAM INTO MY MASK FOR A SOLID 2 MINUTES (I'm not at home rn) HES SO CUTE

oh ok bye Jordan

oo tea

NOT HIM BEING STARSTRUCK BECAUSE HE'S MEETING HIS FUTURE BROTHER IN LAW-

"we're all just glad Gigi has a big brother figure in her life"

excuse me for a few thousand hours while I laugh hysterically

THE CAMERA ZOOM ON EJS FACE AND EVERYTHING-

STOP EJ LOOKS LIKE HE'S GONNA CRY BUT I CAN'T TAKE HIM SERIOUSLY WITH THE STAGE MAKE-UP

someone else said this already but I think it's hilarious that they had to bring in 2 guest characters to create some portwell angst

omg this really is Cici's episode, found family is their thing

elevator music lol

I'm gonna bet that big red took the harness for his surprise for Ashlyn without realising what it was

did Ms. Jenn just....tell her most mentally unstable student....to commit suicide....on a disney show...was that....I'm very....well....what the actual-

oh and there she goes running off instead of trying to make it right

oh wow Nini's the hero, she's gonna save the show 🤩

😐

the judge is doing a sudoku

honestly if I went to the hsm show as well, I'd come prepared for this one too

Lily why are you looking like that-

I WAS JUST STARTING TO LIKE YOU DON'T MESS THIS UP

wow ok, there goes that.

omg

what if Howie was acting weird because he knew what Lily did and wanted to tell Kourtbut Lily threatened him so he was scared to-

anyways see y'all clowns next week when we all simultaneously lose all motivation for the week without Fridays to look forward to.